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Dear Potter,
I sincerely hate your hair. Do you even know what a brush is? Do the world a favor and use it. The sound of your voice is so irritating. Stop yelling when you speak, please; not everyone wants to know what's happening to you. And your smile? You couldn't have a more shameless smile. Do you really have to smile so much?? I could never like you, in fact, I loathe you. So go fuck yourself.
—Leo
James looked around, confused. The letter was in his notebook. The handwriting was really beautiful. What was this person's problem? He couldn't stop thinking about how to reply to the owner of that letter. So, he tore a page out of his notebook and decided to quickly scribble something in response:
Hello Leo,
Well, I don't know the reason for so much hate towards me, but if you were going to say such hurtful things about me, I ask that next time you do it to my face. Even so, you shouldn't encourage bullying. So I would suggest you change that attitude and put all that negative energy into something positive.
—James.