Luce D'Amico received the first letter on her eleventh birthday. Her heart warmed up at the sight of the familiar handwriting accompanying the words scrawled on the thin sheet of paper. As promised, she replied almost immediately. Over the course of the years, the letters grew more platonic. "Dear Luce; how are you doing? Everything's good here." "Adam: nice to hear from you. I've got a track meet next Friday." It wasn't the regular conversations they used to share. Anyone who read the letters would have a hard time believing these were the friends who used to share secrets without breathing a word. It was in their youth that they found the most pleasure. At least, once upon a time. Adam doesn't like recalling the past, and what memories fill it. Little does Luce know: the reason for that is because the Adam she thinks she knows isn't who he says he is. You could say he was a complete stranger compared to who she imagines she's writing to, and you'd be right...literally.(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs
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