letters to luke // l.h

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dear luke,

you know what happened yesterday?

i caught myself singing. singing.

it wasn't even a good song, or one you used to like.

should i feel guilty that i was singing?

you used to say that i was a good singer, that i could make a living out of it if i wanted to. you're not the type to lie, but even so, im not sure

love, ally