Dear Fleur.
I hated this morning.
Then it all got better.
Ria brought me home a hot chai tea latte from STARBUCKS.
Bright Star is on the kitchen table.
And,
I don't have to get my mole removed.
Oui.
You heard right.
That special little mole on my back, I don't have to get it cut off.
Face.
Bad day die.
John Keats fill my head.
And sunscreen cover me.
Love, Bella.
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