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James,

You. Me. Quidditch pitch. Let's talk- after curfew.

-Regulus Black

*throws letter away*

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James,

Why do I feel like this. I cant. You're a blood traitor and a complete tosser. Mother would have my head for dinner.

At least you're pureblood.

Fuck you James Potter.

-Regulus Black

*throws letter away*

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