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Complete, First published Mar 15, 2019
Mature
COMPLETED

When Allison learns about Colby and Hannah's break up, she decides to write hate letters to Colby anonymously in order to stand up for her dear friend. 
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Please feel free to give me constructive criticism on any of my stories, and if you would like you can suggest a better synopsis! Just message me! Please and Thank You❤ 
- Nicole_LaPlant
-Mature for some sexual talk and language. Reader be warned. 
-Inspired by the "Fuck boi letters" part on Story Fuel by @valleydolls
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