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After grudgingly wishing Kendra good luck for her date, Max settled in to writing her letter for Logan.
Dear Logan.
No, that won't work.
Dearest Logan.
Oh my god, what am I doing. Ok, starting again.
Logan,
When I first met you, all I wanted was your statuette. Then when I talked to you, that night in front of the mirror, I suddenly wanted more. Even now, I am still having thoughts
No, that's stupid. Let's try this again.
Logan,
In this broken down world, there aren't a lot of things to look forward to.
However, everyday I look forward to my pager going off, and seeing your
number on it. I know that we are only friends, but I hope that one day,
we'll be something else.
Oh my god. That is so bad. I don't need to write a full length letter. Logan knows I'm not into the whole mushy, pour your heart into things kind of girl. I'll just write him something quick and efficient. Ok, here it goes.
Logan,
I heard that on Valentine's Day friends give each other little presents.
Here's one from me. Hope you like it.
Max
There, short, simple and to the point. That's what I like to see.
"Max? Are you still here?"
"In my room Kendra!"
Kendra came bursting into Max's room. "Have you seen my purse? I can't find my purse, and it has Walter's present in it!"
"Whoa, calm down. Here I'll help you look for it." Max got up off her bed, and when she did, the note that she had written to Logan fell off of her lap onto the floor.
"What's that?" Kendra walked over to Max, and bent down to pick up the piece of paper. She read through it, and looked Max in the eye. "Are you actually going to give this to him?"
Max just shrugged her shoulders, and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, I was planning on it."
"You can't give him a note like this. Thank goodness I came home, otherwise he would have actually read this. Come on Max, he may not be your boyfriend, but on Valentine's Day, letters to people are a bit more....intimate. Now I'm not saying go full out, but I'm just saying, write something deep, that will make him think. You're a smart girl, I know you can do it. Now, as much as I would like to help you with your letter, I really need to find my purse." Kendra's gaze swept Max's room, and focused on a makeshift bookshelf. "There it is." She went over, and pulled an oversized bright pink bag out from behind the shelf. "I must have accidentally threw it this way when I came in last night." She blushed at that last comment. Max didn't even want to think why. "Now, make sure you come up with something good for that letter! See ya in a couple days."
"Bye Kendra, thanks for the info." With that, Kendra turned and left for the second time that night, and left Max to think about just what the hell she would say in this letter to Logan.
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Logan frantically typed away on his keyboard, searching wherever he could think of to find the things he was looking for. He looked down at his watch. Midnight. He was going to have to get these items soon, so that they would be ready in the morning to pick up. Also, he would have to get to Max's apartment and set up before she got home for the day. After many futile attempts, Logan finally found the items he was looking for, and set up the pickup times, and made his plans for the next day, before going to bed.
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Logan,
Valentine's Day. I have recently been told that this day is one of the most romantic days of the year. It is a day where lovers, partners, friends; shed all inhibitions, and give in to the feelings that they sometimes forbiddingly keep. I know that our relationship is one of great mystery, but even so, you are the one person that I can fully trust, and because of that, I would do everything in my power to keep you close. I have heard that if you love someone, you should set them free, and if they return, it was meant to be. If they don't, the feelings were simply a dream. This is so close to the truth for us, that it is almost hard to think about. I realize now that you let me go that fateful day, without coming with me, because your love for me was so great. I came back the next day, which proves that our friendship goes beyond the traditional boundaries. I am giving this gift to you so that if something causes us to be apart, you can always look at this, and know that I am thinking of you, for that is what I was doing when this picture was taken. I am unsure how to end this letter, so I will do it, the only way I know how.
Max
There. Finally. Max had been working on the letter for what seemed like hours. She looked at her watch. 5:30. Crap. I have to be at work in a couple of hours. I'll just get a bit of shuteye so that maybe I can handle Normal's incessant yelling. Max laid back in her bed, and drifted off to sleep.
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