Sixth Letter

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Dear Caden,

I went back home. I was so silly to think that you would want to see me and actually mean it. I should have expected this to happen. A true fried will not play like that. And, we’re still friends right? Or are we? After four years without any communication, yes, that is questionable.

Sorry self.

UGH CADEN I DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA WHY THE HELL YOU HAVE TO SEND ME THOSE MESSAGES!
Now what? I waited for new messages from you but my notifs are empty.

I sighed and changed into my pajamas. 

I deleted your text messages and get ready to bed. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, a loud knock boomed downstairs.


Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne

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