Dear Estella,
So, Andrew and I went on our date.
I mean this in the sweetest way possible but Andrew is really boring. He was telling me about his YouTube channel and how someone made a rude remark about his hair (or was it his voice?) and I just spaced out. I started thinking about what you must be doing in LA now, having the time of your life, and I was here on this stupid date with a stupid boy I don't know how in the world I liked.
Did you know he hates lattes? What kind of a person hates lattes?
I'm really not looking forward to our next date.
When will I ever learn to say no?
Love,
Azura
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Dear Estella
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