dear ivo,
I hate him. i hate him. that's all i could think when i read the message. how could he do this to me? to us? does he even care about anything other than himself?
teddy,
i'm sorry. i'm sorry i messed everything up. it was the stress, sweetie. i promise. that night being with that woman meant nothing to me. it was just something to get my mind off of things. the alcohol made me, teddy. please forgive me.
-dad
truly,
teddy
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i really like ruffles chips :)
massive thank you to all my commenters and voters and readers. without you guys, i'd probably delete this story bc it would have like no reads/comments/votes. so thank you thank you thank you a million times.
let's see.... comment + vote = vomment + share = vommare. hehe vommare everyone :)
-august
YOU ARE READING
truly, teddy ✔️ [unedited]
Teen Fictionalbert einstein once asked a question that sometimes makes me hazy: "am I or the others crazy?" [lowercase intended] [completed] . loosely based off of past experiences . . all rights reserved copyright @ unbirthdays 2014
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