Dear Maisie,
You are confusing me.
I have been talking to Nona. Our little "messenger" because she tells me everything you say. She wants us to be friends again. But that's not the point. I miss you. I want to get over this bullshit! I see you all the time in art, and the other day I saw you laugh at a joke I made. It was comforting. I miss that, you know, us laughing together. I was so close to saying something to you.
Love,
Me.
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A Single Starling
Teen FictionA teenage girl decides to write unsent letters to her friend whom she is not on speaking terms with.
