June 7th, 2011.
Dear Taco,
Don’t be nervous. It’s just me. Your bestie. I haven’t judged you, nor will I start. It’s just me, dear. <3 I love your rambling. I know I keep saying it, but I really do. It’s just… cute.
Awe. Thank you, Hime-Time. I’ll take your word for it. c:
IF YOU TELL OLI I STALK HIM OR THAT HE’S ONE OF MY IDOLS SO HELP ME GOD JAIME I WILL HURT YOU. That is all I have to say about that.
Why not show them? You can’t keep me to yourself forever. Besides, why would you want to? I’m just your best friend, not your girlfriend, although I am a girl and I’m your friend. Still. Don’t think logically. >.> I bet they smell like unicorns. (Unicorns smell fantastic, just letting you know.) :D
Much love, your overly-shy-bestie,
Bluebird.
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The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]
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