Dear Kate,
Remember in my last letter how i said i wasnt gonna get involved with the gang member looking dude. Well last night i was walking around bored and ended up in front of a warehouse which i later come to find out is the boxing gym. He was standing outside smoking when he called me over. We talked for a bit and got to know eachother and I learned his name is Cody and hes a tattoo artist. Funny story Cody is in a gang. Not funny actually at all Kate. But so far thats the only flaw I found in this dude and hes barely an active member he just sells drugs here and there for his boss. I dont really trust him but he is not my boxing buddy you could say, because after we talked he brought me in the gym where we worked out for 5 hours straight. I used to be in boxing from age 7 all the way up to last year so it felt good to be back in it. Like its almost like a natural high for me. But everything i use to get high isnt healthy its either drugs or beating the shit out of something. Damn, I really need to work on my life. So it was a good night of working out and i even scheduled a day with Cody to finished my left sleeve.
- a boxing master, X
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Teen FictionKate and Xavier. Both abused and broken with hopes of a normal life. Will cheesy letters hidden on a playground bring them together? Or are they broken beyond repair? *Slow updates*
