Okay, letter number two.

Kenny looked at the letter he had found on the floor at school. He decided that he should reply to the "mystery" person. He found a mostly blank piece of paper and a light blue pen. He sat down at the alcohol stained table, and began to write.

Dear C,

Thank you for your kind letter, even though I don't think you meant to give it to me. I don't know who you are, but I could probably take a few guesses. Don't worry, though. I'm giving this to you via your locker. Don't worry about me finding out who you are, either. I'm not here to point fingers. I'm here to tell you a story about the boy I love. He is very sweet. I'm not doing this to rub salt in your wounds. Just read.

A long time ago, I died. Now, this was a pretty normal thing. That time was different. I stayed that way for a while. Now, during that time, my friends were hit hard. They felt they needed to replace me. They pretty much held a game show to pick somebody, but they had somebody else before that. INSERT. He knew that I couldn't be replaced. He knew I was an individual. I loved him for that. Correction: I love him for that. If he were sad, I would want to comfort him. I would want to hold him in my arms.

He is perfect. He is sweet, kind, adorable, silly, and perfect for me. I know it seems like we are an unlikely pair, but I love him. I remember one time when I convinced him to kiss a girl. He was told otherwise by our other friends, but he ended up listening to me. Sure, it went a little far, but he had listened to me! I was just the kid with stupid ideas, the one you rolled your eyes at. He had actually listened! I love him for that.

He is opposite of me. He is gentle, kind and naïve. He is smart, hardworking, simple, and optimistic. I remember one time when we wrote a book that he got blamed for. We told him he had done it in his sleep, and he believed us. He got in trouble. He's always in trouble for something. Once, his parents almost grounded him for being the ugliest kid. He wasn't the ugliest, and will never be. He has such cute baby blue eyes. His hair is like dandelion fuzz. His voice is so soft and gentle. I love him so much.

He is my (figurative) world. He has saved the literal world, too. He had to use his imagination to save us, and he succeeded. He has saved lives, too. He saved Bradley's when he was sent to "camp." He made a speech that made me realize that it was okay to be who I am. Sometimes I worry that he loves somebody else, somebody that would hurt him. I would never hurt him. I don't have to worry anymore.

I would do anything for him. I would go to Hell and back. I would write a letter to him without cussing because I know he's sensitive. I would kill myself. I would do anything. Especially go to Casa Bonita with him this Friday night. So, what do you say, Butters?

Will you, please?

Love,

Kenny McCormick

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