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Dear Sonny,
I'm sorry. I was a total jerk and I know that. I also know that you probably never want to see me again, but Sonny, I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone else before: I, Chad Dylan Cooper, have no friends, and that's not because he doesn't want them. My cast mates follow me because I'm 'cool' and can kick them off the show if I want to, not because they like me. You're the closest thing I have to a friend. Well, you, and the rest of 'Chuckle City'. That brings me to the next thing. Sonny, no one likes me for me. They like 'Chad Dylan Cooper, Hollywood's teen heartthrob' but that's not me Sonny. You know me, the real me. I am conceited, self-centered, egotistic, arrogant, stuck-up, bigheaded, overconfident, supercilious, condescending, narcissistic Chad. I bet you didn't know I knew that many words for myself that didn't include being 'amazing' or 'talented' or… you get the idea. All I'm trying to say is I need you Sonny. You and the rest of your cast, because you're the closest thing to friends I've ever had. As I said, Sonny, I'm sorry. Sorry with all of my heart. And if you would stop walking faster when I try to talk to you in the hallways, I could explain things to you. No, not just 'things', everything, from what I had for breakfast to why I acted like I did. I went too far. Let me talk to you. Please?
Yours Sincerely,
Chad