Her third letter comes at the end of February. It's vague, and drives me so crazy with curiosity, I wake up in the middle of the night to write her back.
Mikaela,
It's been so long! I'm so sorry I didn't reply to you sooner: I've been so busy with soccer training and college letters, though that shouldn't count as an excuse. I like to believe that if you care enough about something you'll find the time. In a sense, I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry for not caring enough that you reached out to me. I'm well and I hope you are too. I hate guys like Timothy Brown and I hope they all get hit in the head with a football someday. What did you almost tell Karin?
— Sent February 28th —
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Love, Mikaela | A Lesbian Romance
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