Epistle 39

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Epistle 39

Carolina,

I promised myself I would do letters to you still, until I did 42.

I met up with you today, to ask for your address and to give you the rest of the letters. I told you once I'm finished writing them, I wouldn't talk to you again.

You hurt me, a lot. I loved you all these years, and you just gave it all up.

I hope your new boyfriend, Bo, treats you right. Apparently more than I did.

You were irresistable, Carolina Foster.

At least now I'll be able to sleep at night.

Thanks,

Niall

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