Letter Twenty Six

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Dear Troye,

Matt and I broke up. He called me tonight and said he'd met someone else, that it was over. I thought I would be upset though I'm glad he has found someone else, he didn't deserve this, the mess I've caused.

I called you to tell you about it and you laughed, said you felt like you were on cloud nine. You called me Con like you used to and asked me to go on TV with you for an interview.

Turns out the whole world knows about your fake death, apparently it's my fault.

Love you,
Con x

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