Dear 60's Trash, Brake, and Rugby,
We were friends, of sorts. We didn't know each other well, but in some way, we did.
We all talked. A lot. It didn't go much farther than that, but somehow, we were still friends. I didn't know you all that well, heck, the most I knew was what everyone else did. I feel like we all were not the best of friends, but we all got along so easily that I felt that we were really friends.
Why is it that girls should only talk to girls and boys only talk to boys? Where's the fun in that?
Anyways, this is the shortest letter yet, but I think I got what I needed to say out.
P.S. This is like the best song ever.
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