From: deathboy01@hotmail.com
For: hottie-sunshine@hotmail.com
Subject: Really, Solace? Really?
"Mail-do", are you serious? I read this in Calculus and cracked up. Congratulations, we're both weird, only that I didn't receive only one but thirty-three strange glares, including the teacher's. At the end of the class, he stopped me at the door to ask me if I had a fever and if so, not to be ashamed to go to the infirmary. I couldn't deny that tempting offer. So, I suppose thank you?
I don't know anyone with a backpack like ours. I didn't even know what backpack you have.
Dreams...honestly I hadn't thought about that. My only wish right now is that my father pays me more attention, but I get that he doesn't do so because his work is hard and consumes most of his time. Besides, he just got married again and... well, I better not talk about it.
I won't say that I'm "mail-doing" with you, Will. That's not happening. My suggestion is to "write electronically". I may not be as creative as you are, but at least I didn't say a stupid word, no offense.
Do your parents spend a lot of time with you? Do you have siblings?
Ps: It still annoys me this thing of writing emails, but I think you're worth it. I don't say that to many. I like you, Solace.
03/16/2016, 13:48 pm.
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