Dear,
You will never guess who Bel and I saw out last night.
Isaac Hempstead-Wright. Like, why are you in my town? My city?
He came up to me and apologized for everything that had happened between us, and that he misses me a lot. I took Bel's arm and left.
I could not stand seeing his big fucking nose and big fucking glasses any longer.
I hate him. I hate him like I have hated no other.
Love, Chandler
