30/07/17
What's up Riles,
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Literally this is the first time that I'm writing a letter. School started yesterday and I thought— yes, I thought —that maybe we could write each other letters to know how are we doing. I know you always have your own emotional problems, and…I always have my own real problems. I need your advice. We could write each other once per week or once per month, whatever you want.
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Well now that you are already reading these I would like to tell you about my week. The next lines are just copied from my diary— yes, I have a diary, don't make fun of me. I've been writing in it since you left. I hope one day you can read the complete diary.
This new girl came to school. Her name is Emma. She is shy and smart, red-haired and blue eyes. Guess what, she is living in your house! I just to visit her and see how the bay window is now?
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Don't get jealous but, when she and Huckleberry met they went all, "hi", "hey", like twice. He will send you a letter when he finds out that I told you this. I know both of you are trying to have a long-distance relationship.
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Tell me how is it going in London. Where do you live? How's school? Do you have a bay window?
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Miss you,
Peaches
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PD: I asked Farkle to correct the grammar mistakes, you didn't thought that I could write this good, did you?
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31/07/17
Dear Peaches,
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I would love to keep in touch with you. Once per week is fine.
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Here we live in a house. We have a garden! How great is it? Here in the house we have our own pool. Well…, in school it hasn't gone so well. The school's mean girls made fun of me because I believed in people. I think that something really bad has happened in their lives. I would figure it out.
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When we first moved in I saw this guy staring at me from the neighbors' house. Emo hair, black clothes, like Morotia M. Black but as a boy. Ever since I haven't seen him again. Not exactly. Yesterday, Auggie threw a soccer ball to the neighbors' house and I had to go get it. When I knocked the door this boy, cute brown-haired and with bright clothes answered the door. He looked kind of the emo boy whom I saw. He looked surprised to see me. Like if he was a shy boy or something like that. I haven't looked for him in school yet.
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I do have a bay window, in my room, but the problem is that I don't have anybody to talk to. I wish you were here.
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Tell me more about Lucas. I really miss him. Please don't let him go all Texas when he finds out that someone is making fun of me. Who is your new History teacher? Is Emma a thread to me? What should I do about the mean girls?
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Love you,
Riles.