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Dear Matthew,
I understand. Please don't do anything rash. It's summer and all I can think of is the precious pool time after our freshman year. That reminds me…
Mr. Edelstein? You recall him, right? Well, after you ceased seeing him and I overcame my nerves, I spoke to him. I must have seemed real intrepid because he was shocked. He asked what happened to you and, forgive me but he had a right to know, I told him you ran off. He was mad at first and wouldn't speak to me. He was tempted to smack me with a detention but something melted his heart and he admitted that he was wrong in being mad. He forgives us, knowing how it had damaged me so, and he left teaching. His cousin of some sort had passed away and he needed to tend to that, but he never came back. Before we knew it, a new music teacher, a perky woman with too much energy, had taken his place. She explained that he had sent a letter of resignation, stained by some dark smudges I dare not know the origin of, and he couldn't come in ever again. I tried sending him a letter but the only reply was from someone with bad handwriting who had forgotten to place their name on it. Here's an excerpt:
I'm sorry miss Katrina but he cannot reply thanks for your time have a good day
By excerpt I meant the entire thing. It's very strange.