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Ni,
Hope you’re enjoying the warm weather, now that it’s finally here. I’m sat in the garden on your blanket at the moment. The one that we first— you know. The one you left behind. I’m trying to take care of it. I know it’s your favorite.
I don’t know how it went wrong so quickly.
I still think of you as my best friend. My first instinct is still to tell you everything. I wonder if that’ll ever change. I kind of hope it doesn’t. I’m pretty sure I deserve that pain, even if we’re both to blame.
-Z