Wednesday, September 20, 1989
Dear Bev,
hey.
She told me I needed to add something other than saying I don't know.
But I really don't know, how am I supposed to tell you stuff if I don't even know what stuff to tell you.
This kinda sucks.
She says I need to talk about my emotions.
Honestly you would be one of the best people to talk to though.
I mean, besides Bill.
And I know what you're going to say, I know it's a thought passing through your mind.
But you're incorrect.
Okay, maybe you're not incorrect, but shut up.
-Stan
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A History Of Unsent Letters
FanfictionA lot of people write letters. A lot aren't sent. Some people write a lot of letters. Some of them never send any. Welcome to the box of letters under Stan's bed.
