letter eight.
dear you.
i saw you kissing laura elison against your truck.
i love your truck.
i hate who drives it.
[you, if you didn't get it, because you're stupid.]
-me
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a/n
mmm i'm in a giddy mood
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letters to you
Short Story❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved
