Dear Wrenbird,
Okay, seriously?
It was not that fucking funny.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit again.
Okay, okay.
I need to stop cussing.
Even though it's my letter.
And I can speak however I want.
But no.
No, I'm not comfortable with cussing.
Not even in my private letters.
Anyway, you and Clare and Danny and Terry are wrong.
That was so a gazelle.
I rock at charades, okay?
Okay.
July 31,
Koda
P.S. Hey, look, unintentional Fault in Our Stars reference.
P.P.S. Yeah, I know, I stopped writing for about two weeks. I need these, though, Wren. Need. Them.
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Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
