Dear Estella,
I hope you're enjoying your holiday in Los Angeles. You sent me some really cool pictures from there- of scenery consisting of amber streetlights in the night sky.
Today you sent me a selfie.
You hate clicking them. Every time someone leans into you with their front camera switched on, you turn your head away with an oh-god-not-again sigh.
Well, I guess Estella is finally improving (I proved Andrew wrong).
The photograph was so picturesque. You were at a concert, your skin a blue colour like a Smurf's, lips widened into a smile. I think you were a bit tipsy, because you hardly do something, as you would say, as 'narcissistic' as clicking a self portrait.
I think for someone like you, you would be justified for being obsessed with yourself (It's sad that you aren't).
(Why am I using so many brackets? Something is definitely wrong with me.)
Love,
Azura
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Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
