Morgan,
I was being a gentleman and because of it you fell. It had nothing to do with that step there because you saw that step coming.
Seriously, though, Morgan, I didn't tell you earlier because it completely slipped my mind but I asked some of the guys on the team in Lynher about you and nearly every single on of them were excited to hear your name. I mean they wouldn't stop talking about you.
I know I told you that I hurt myself in practice when you saw my bruised hand earlier, because it was last lesson that I had practice in Lynher and, well, one of the lads wouldn't shut up about you and started saying some very graffic things and so I punched him.
I know, I'm your knight in shining armour. But just don't get mad about the fact I hit Nate because I love you.
And because I wanted to let him know I could punch far harder than he could. I have an amazing right hook.
Love, Jesse.
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Five, not Seven? (2 - complete)
Teen Fiction[PART TWO OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after having made conversation and finding out that they go to the same...
