Dear Esme
At some point on the drive home you fell asleep, with your head rested against the window.
The song "I Love LA" came on and it reminded me of how much we used to love it. We said we were going to move to LA one day and share a apartment.
You must of picked up on the song because we both sang
"I love LA !" At the same time, but you didn't say LA. You said Theo.
I love Theo.
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Dear Esme
Короткий рассказDear Esme...... Push over, Cowardly, Back stabber, and so much more but all you would think of yourself would be popular, beautiful and all so generous! Well you used to be all of those things, at least to me, before you changed. My opinion no lo...
