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from: carter
to: camille
I hate you.
I hate how you're suddenly pushing me away.
You're fucking my mind.
I was a mess when you stopped answering.
And when you held luke's hand,
I was jealous.
I'm sorry for being so harsh.
But the truth is,
I would be the type of guy that'll jump on a horse and come to you with flowers.
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
