Dear Keefe,
Hi. I noticed I hadn't said that in a while. So, hi. How are you?
I think I'm not great at small talk. You weren't—aren't—either. Any kind of talk with you would be enough for me, though.
I'm still sleeping here, even if Elwin says I'm stinking up the place (which isn't true) to get me to leave. He gave me another stuffed animal. It was...a Gulon, just like yours. Except mine is pink. Elwin called her "Princess Marmalade". I honestly don't like it but I don't have the energy to think of something else.
Tam came to see you yesterday. Weird right? He asked me not to tell you, he wants to keep your little foolish rivalry going. I think it's stupid but you still have to promise not to tell him.
Who am I kidding? You'll probably go up to him and say "hey bangs boy, heard you were crying over me." Or something like that.
You know, I wouldn't mind it. If you wake up, I won't mind the embarrassment. I'll just be glad you're okay.
I can't wait to see you,
Sophie
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