Dear Dad,
So, I know that my last letter I was depressing in it and I regret writing it to you, but I'm not going to burn it in the fire pit in our backyard.. I just have to keep remembering that I like my looks and myself and that I don't have eyes in the back of my head.
How did all of you guys- you included!- see that I had a cowboy checking me out at the fair? I mean, I'm not sure I believe you guys, but you said he was, so...
"There, get yourself a cowboy." you'd said. It was weird to hear that from you, but I was confused at first.
Anyways, I'm oblivious and everyone else isn't, for some reason. I don't know if a cowboy would like me, though.. I like having my alone time a lot and I do like living in the city and wasting time indoors and on the internet. Cowboys, or country guys in general, don't seem like the kind of guys who'd enjoy doing what I do and leaving me be for huge amounts of time..
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Dear Dad,
General FictionA collection of letters that a daughter wrote to her father of everything that she wishes she could say to him. She will, eventually... but until then? She'll keep writing until she works up the courage to tell him. [The chapters for this story are...
