Michael,
You have no right to be speaking to me like that, Michael Linde. I have gone through more than you can imagine, and I will admit it: I am frightened of many things. I will not have a stupid teenage boy telling me what I am afraid of.
This shall be my last letter to you, Michael, until my pride boils low enough for me to apologize to you and accept your apology to me.
Sarahlynn McArthur
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Remember Me, Sarah
Teen FictionSarahlynn McArthur was not expecting the news that her mildly-estranged Aunt Matilda had passed away when she sent a letter to her. She also was not expecting to receive the news from a young man named Michael. Perhaps the thing she was expecting th...
