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Okay. I'm leaning into eighteen already. Which, leaning into the next step is strictly prohibited, but that's okay because you like me and my naps. So I don't feel too bad. I remember when this was going to be a very big deal for me in the category of you. Funny how Fourteen thinks, isn't it?
I'm a much better writer now, I can see that much. I'm very proud of that.
Someone, eventually, won't question my worth. I hope. Your tears made me want to run away and never come back, so you never have to feel like that again. So I burrow into my room and make it somewhere I can imagine spending all my time in, so I don't intrude on your happy family of two. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Summer is good to me. I'm basking. The cold will be quite a shock, I expect.
P.S. Your naivety and your angel face melted my heart a little. "My dad will drive you!"
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