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- p r o l o g u e
Dear Jay,
It's been quite a while, hasn't it? Blame me and my procrasting; seriously, I just didn't know how to answer your questions. In all honesty, going back to memory lane was a hard knock on my shell. I didn't know how to handle it; I never knew how I would handle it. But when you asked, I knew that I couldn't delay it any longer.
So three weaks later, I'm typing this out to you. Consider yourself lucky: I've never shared what I'm about to share with anyone other than those who have experienced it with me. Hell, some parts even they don't know.
You're the first. Aim those party streamers and drink that beer; it's party time. Haha, joking; I'm joking Jay, chill. I don't need you killing me with your words - it's possible. And before you roll your eyes at me and my sarcasm (I'm hurt, I really am) understand that he did kill me with his words.
I had told you loads of short stories of him; of our time together, that you'd knag me for his name. I told you, it was Caleb. What you didn't know was his surname. It was something I didn't want to enclose in any of our letters; it made me understand that it was all real. Since it's quite crucial to what will be said, I thought I might as well. If you don't read it from me, right now, you'll read it in my gift to you.
Scott. That's his surname.
And before you question, yes - he is the Caleb Scott: insanely rich ex-athlete, newly renowned actor. It's completely silly that I still keep tabs on him. I guess, sometimes I'm hoping that he does the same.
Hopefully you'll be able to piece the puzzle together.
With Love,
S. Grimmie
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