"You know, I hate it when you don't put the 'I' as a capital."
"I know, that's why it's a lowercase."
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She writes love letters to her best friend, but never sends them.
*NOT EDITED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*
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| R O N A |
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Dear Nico,
The dinner went out just as planned, but you wouldn't know, because you wren't there. I didn't want to ask anyone where you were because it would seem a bit weird, mostly since I came to the dinner with Michael.
Speaking of Michael, I think I might be into him, but I don't think we could last. Maybe it's just in my head, or maybe it's because of you. I mean it's always been about you. These letters are about you, but not for you. I'll never give you these letters, ever.
These letters are more for me I guess. No one else.
And before I forget,
by the way, i might love you.
~Rona
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"Row! Come on, we've got class in a few minutes!" Larissa calls out from the front door.
"Hold on!" Rona calls out as she quickly seals up her letter.
"We need to leave, now!" Larissa says.
In a rush, Rona makes one of her biggest mistakes she could have ever made, she leaves the letter on her desk along with her letter box.
"Coming!" Rona says as she sprints out the door.
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| M O S A N A |
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Mosana is cleaning every inch of the house, all the way from the floors to the dirty cupboards.
"I don't want to scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me-" Mosana sings as she mops the floor.
Mosana dances her way throughout the house until she reaches Rona's room.
"Hangin' out the passenger side, of his best friends ride, trying to holla at m- FUCK!" Mosana says as she bumps her hip into Rona's desk, knocking Rona's letter box on the floor, making all the letters spill everywhere.
"Ow ow ow ow!" Mosana says as she rubs her hip and curses to herself about the mess she just made.
Mosana drops to her knees an begins to pickup each letter, and with every letter she picks up she notices that they're all addressed to one person, Nico.
"Woah..." Mosana says as she counts each letter.
"Holy shit, 83 letters?"
Then a lightbulb flashed in Mosana's mind, she's gonna send the letters.
