Letter 1

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Dear him,

I've come to love happy days and dreary nights. All because of you. You love her but I don't get a second glance. Yes she's pretty but she'd never be able to deal with you. She likes you nothing more than a friend. But because it's me it doesn't matter. Do I know that I'll be nothing more than a friend?

Sadly.

Yes.

I can't bring myself to write love,

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