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Dear James
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Hello James
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Hi James
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Leander rested his head on his desk. Trying to find the right words. Upset that he couldn’t even start a simple email. He scoffed at his own thoughts. This wasn’t simple at all. How do you talk to someone you used to see every day and now haven’t talked to in months? How do you talk to your best friend you aren’t even sure is your best friend anymore? How do you talk to someone you almost got killed…
Dear James,
I’ve been thinking about you. I know the last time we spoke was less than ideal, and it might have seemed like I didn’t care how you felt about the situation. But I need you to know I do care, very much.
Please don't hate me.
Dear James,
You are my best friend. Even after everything that happened, I still think of you as my best friend. That might not mean much to you, but you know I don’t have many good friends.
Please be my friend again.
Dear James,
I’m sorry. It was all my fault. I need you to understand how sorry I am. Please respond.
Please
Please
Please
I need you to respond
Dear Leander,
I understand. And I think I forgive you.
