Love, Teddy

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Cassandra,

  I thought of another day together.

   Remember when we were eleven and you came over to my house and we climbed up into my tree house. It was beside the apple tree and you would pick one off every time we went up there. We put our names on the wall in Sharpie marker. Is it still there?

   One time, I wrote you a message on the under side of the tree house. I don’t no if you saw. If you haven’t, you should go and see.

   You drew pictures of cats flying in rockets, a pig dancing at a ball and a cowboy on the moon. You were never like those gurls who drew ponys and hearts all the time.

   We played imajinatin games that day then had a campout in my backyard at night. There were noises outside the tent but you weren’t afraid. We just made up stories about different creetures from the Cronickles of Narnia and how they were fiting off the wite wich.

   It was my favorite summer. I wanted to remind you of it so you could remember too.

 Always waiting,

   Teddy

 P.S. Please write back.

P.P.S I’d like to meet with you in person sometime cuz of the importint thing I have to tell you.

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Teddy,

    It’s probably not important (which is spelled with an A not an I). You’re just trying to make me meet you. Well, I’m already writing you this letter so there’s no need to meet. I wouldn’t anyway. Nothing you could say would make me want to. I don’t care about you anymore, Teddy. We aren’t friends, we aren’t kids and we aren’t together. So leave me alone.

   Whatever it is you’re going through, I’m sure you’ve got someone to talk to about it. It doesn’t have to be me. Have a nice life, Theodore. One without me involved.

 

Cassandra