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Dear Isobel,
We have fun, I guess. They're my best friends, and I don't know what I'd do without them. Everyone else is either boring or dead. Not you, of course.
I think you're too modest. I think you're a lot of things no one realizes. You're nice and talented and witty. I don't know what to say, Is. You're clever and funny and good to talk with.
There's a little coffee shop by my house, maybe we could meet up there? it's really nice, very hipster and all, which is why I don't go there often. I feel out of place.
I think we are. I'm really excited, Is. Do you want to do it on Sunday? That's four days from now. Is that too soon? This is so weird. I'm excited.
Always,
Luke
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white blank page // luke hemmings
Fanfiction✉ in which a misaddressed love letter brings together two unlikely people ✉
