Dearest Marteze Harris, I find myself, once again, typing this reply to an old friend. After many, MANY, letters, notes, whatever, were typed, and sent to you, behind bars, in prison, no less, with no way to ho!d you, and love you the way I want to, the way you deserve. With the old, familiar, empty feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I don't know if I'll EVER be able to write a letter the "old way", I have tried, oh, God, how I have tried, SOO MANY times already, to no avail. I'm sorry, my love , but I may have written, and sent, my last letter to you by mail. I don't know yet. I WILL, at least try, this week.
From, a Random old girl you used to "love". XOXOXO....... etc..........
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From, a Random old girl you used to "love". XOXOXO....... etc..........