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|Brigit|

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|Brigit|

I walked back home from the library, where I had just sat and stared at the entrance hoping Jake would show up. I opened my mailbox and grabbed the mail then began to look through it. I noticed an envelope with my name on it and furrowed my eyebrows together. I looked to see it was sent from Jake's house. I smiled and put it in my bag before going inside. I set the mail on the kitchen counter and ran upstairs. I shut my door when I got into my room and took the letter out of my bag. I sat down on my bed and opened the envelope. I took out the letter and unfolded it, then I began to read it.

Dear Brigit,

You keep sending your letters to the wrong person. Well technically you aren't, but you are if that makes sense? I don't know who this Jake guy is, but I do know that he must've moved because he doesn't live here anymore. That is unless you keep accidentally writing the wrong address, which I doubt you are. You can just keep writing to me if you want though. Like if you need someone to talk to. Not that I think you need to. Though you sound really hurt in your letters. What even happened between you and this Jake guy if you don't mind me asking?? Oh and by the way, my name is Jaeden. I figured you would need to know that just in case you do decided to write me more letters. Which I hope you do because I kind of enjoyed getting the last two. Even though they were kind of sad. I hope you have a good day or night depending on the time you receive this.

Sincerely,               
Not Jake

I reread the letter about five times with a frown on my face.

Jake moved?

Why didn't he tell me?

Who's Jaeden?

How old is Jaeden?

What if he's some old guy, who's a complete creep?

What if he shows up to my house since he has my address?

Those were just some of the many thoughts going through my head as I put the letter down and laid down on my bed.

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