coffee stains [COMPLETED]

friday, november eighteenth

dear vic,
oh, friday. my favorite day ever. yeah, right. i hate this day. it's almost as worse as monday. the day goes by so slow! it's like, you still have school or work and it just drags on and on. the 'fun' doesn't actually start until after that. i'll probably go home, have a few drinks and sleep. i wonder what you'll do tonight, vic. will you go home to your girlfriend? kid? pet? that's what i was talking about a few letters ago. i have no way of knowing except for asking you. and we all know i'm too shy for that. we talked for a bit longer today, though. i don't even remember what we talked about because i was just staring at you the whole time. you are absolutely beautiful, victor. i love your smile, your eyes, everything about you. even from the small amount we've talked, i can tell that you're a genuinely good person. i love that. i'm gonna cut this letter a bit short. it's starting to get crowded and i hate small spaces. bye, vic.
        will s.

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hey sorry my updates are a lot less frequent. i've been writing a new story and i just haven't really had time to sit and write.