apt. 1120 ↦ hemmings {au}

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Taylor,

     I wasn't planning on writing back, but then I got a call from my mum. I couldn't hide how broken I am, and she couldn't hide how sad she was about it. I can't stand hearing my mom like that, Taylor. I need your help. I know I'm probably not going to be as willing as I am now, but work with me. Fix me. Or at least try to. I know it's a lot on your shoulders, but I need this. 

Luke