(I have stolen this idea from 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' This is no means I have stolen the whole book. This is the only chapter that is going to be like the book. Don't get sassy, I have read this book three times If you have an issue with this, do not read. It is that simple.)
Dear you,
You do not know me, and I do not know you. Only of you. The way your name rolls off her tongue like ice cream rolling off the tongues of the little boys and girls running through the park with their mothers and fathers. She says you are a sweetheart, the shyest of them all. Please don't ask who she is, because I am in no way telling. Just like there is no return address. Don't worry about me. All I want you to do is read. Just pay attention. Please do not try to figure out anything. Do not read between the lines. I do not wish for you to try to figure me out. Please just read.
Because I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that can be.
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YOU ARE READING
You, In Detroit
Non-FictionAnd with that, she left her book open for anybody to read into the darkness that she called her mind.
