| letter seven october 17 1999 |

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"Destiny is for losers. It's just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen." 

                                                                        ~blair waldorf

Dear Angel,

It's been five days since I accepted your offer. Are you regretting it yet? Though I haven't really done anything to scare you off, yet. 

Yesterday, we exchanged numbers, and all I've been doing is reciting yours. 239-059-0958. 239-059-0958. 239-059-0958. Over and over. As I write this, I'm currently sitting curled up in my chair, cradling the coffee you had delivered to me, writing lyrics, strumming my guitar, thinking of you. This seems to be more and more of a frequent recurrence, sadly. 

Do you think of me as often as I think of you, Angel. 

My phone is ringing, Angel. 

239-059-0958 is flashing on the screen. It's you, Angel. 

As always, 

Ash

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