Hey Mills!
You are dead. Gone. I can write that down now. It still doesn't make me feel very HAPPY exactly but I'm trying to accept it. Rosalind is making me say this to you. I really hope that I can be better about that. I don't want to keep being sad about you. I will be sad for a very long time but I want to be better. Actually I'm going to cut the crap. I'm not better. I can't think about you at all. I have to write this, though, so hey. I love you.
Love, Paris
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Dear Millie
Teen FictionOne year ago, Paris was happy. She had just come out as Pansexual to her family and friends, and she had an amazing girlfriend named Millie. Then, when Millie went to the Bahamas, her plane crashed and Paris is heartbroken. On her sixteenth birthday...
