from: buttercup@icloud.com
subject: worst than drunk dials
to: lonewolf@hotmail.com
Dear Jughead,
Studies have recently shown that drunk emails from Veronica Lodge are worst than drunk dials. Seriously, I am sorry. I wished I could have told you face to face, or just with a strict minimum of tact, but things happened how they happened, and now you know. You know about it, and me.
I honestly wished we could have kept this secret identity thingy longer, but I guess not. I will definitely miss having someone to call me Buttercup.
I get it if you don't want to keep whatever this is. My name has rang a bell in Forsythe Pendleton Jones' head, and I am not the girl you were emailing to anymore, I am back to being my name. Also, about everything we know about each other was communicated by either Betty or Archie, so trying to start a friendship off a few emails and the person who was dating the person who betrayed you is kind of... indescribable.
I'd like to try though Jones. I really would.
Love,
Veronica
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