dear steph,
we're going out to a party tonight for the fourth of july, and you're coming with us.
you said you were worried that people wouldn't like you.
i said that you wouldn't need to worry, because i'll have to keep them from falling in love with you.
only i'm aloud to do that!
love,
colbear (you call me that all the time and i never wanna be called anything else.)
