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The first question Book asked herself was something to the effect of "Wait, we get mail around here?"
The second question was in regards to the letter's sender; anybody who would (still) want to talk to her was competing in Two's show alongside her. If they wanted to say anything, they could just tell it to her personally.
Oh well. Maybe it was just one of those business ads they always shove into your mailbox just to raise your hopes that someone wants to talk to you. Was it something to do with perfumes? The envelope had a rather strange smell to it. A somewhat... fishy smell.
Some part of Book was elated at that connection, while some other part tried to back away into a metaphorical corner. The rest of her finished opening the envelope and unfolding the letter.
Hey Book,
It's been a while, huh? Just wanted to let you know how everything is going, is all. We're all wrapped up with BFB (Flower won by the way, in case you didn't know), and now everyone's just hanging around, making friends, you know. How's TPOT treating you? Hope everything over there's alright.
Sincerely,
Sincer
With rega
Okay, I know you aren't stupid. You're probably saying to yourself "Why the hell is Taco of all people trying to reach out to me? After years of not speaking to each other?" I can't just write this off as a "Oh, hey buddy! How's it all going?" thing.
Sorry about this, just need to spill my thoughts on the paper.
I was at Gelatin's the other day, catching up with Lollipop, cause we were on separate teams and didn't really get to talk as much as we used to. She was telling me about her new Newbie Alliance of her, Gelatin (okay, season 2 veteran, but still), and Teardrop (not a newbie by any means). I made some off-handed remark about how it was nice that she and TD were on a team together again (even if the competition was already over), and it's like this light bulb goes off in her head.
" Oh, yes! Our old team from before the split!" she says. Well, she said the actual name of the team, but if I tried to write it on this flimsy paper the pen would probably rip through it. Anyway, she goes on to how she misses Saw and Gaty and really wants to get back in touch with them, and I agreed because they're my friends and I also miss them. And then she says she wondered about whatever happened to Dora when she got eliminated, and I agreed because I'm also curious about that. And then she started to say something, but quieted herself down before switching to some other topic. Which, if you know Lollipop, is a very weird thing to do.
I didn't really think much of it at the time, but later, after I left I just couldn't stop thinking about what she was going to say there.
I think she was going to talk about you and Ice Cube.
And that got me thinking about how, despite being on a team together for so long, I don't really know that much about you. What you did back then was really weird, not gonna lie. But it's just now that I realized I don't really know why you did all that.
So I figured out where the Announcer was holing up. (Oh, yeah. The host from season 1? He came back for the end of BFB. There was this whole weird thing about it, not important right now.) That BFDI thing we were battling over apparently works as a collection of the first two seasons' episodes. So I asked to borrow it for a bit, and he agreed, and I started watching from the first episode of season 2 onward.
And then I found Gelatin and asked him to borrow the BFB. (Same thing as the BFDI. Oh, yeah, Flower gave away her prizes. Whole other weird thing, not important.) And I started watching over what our old team was doing, cause to be honest I wasn't really around for much of it. So
What I want to
I just
I'm sorry. I don't know everything that happened (stupid prizes are missing a season for some reason), but something happened, and it hurt you. And when you were hurting again, nobody was there, really there, when you needed them. I wasn't there. I was too busy being a dumb moping idiot about how my teammate didn't want me on the team anymore to realize that that teamma friend needed help.
That's why I'm writing this letter. I don't want to run from my problems anymore. I can't keep letting myself ignore the things that'll end up hurting people. And I get it, you probably want to move on and forget about that whole thing, cause I'm sure that time must have been miserable for you. You don't even have to respond to this letter, just rip it up and throw it away if you want to.
I just want you to know that I do regret what happened. I wish it could have played out differently. And I wish I actually got to know you before it was too late.
Best wishes,
Taco
The week-old tear stains dotting the bottom of the letter were overlaid with new ones as Book reached into her desk and pulled out a pencil and a fresh sheet of paper.