B. B.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Dear jars of sand, you are mine. Love, that one girl.
Dear Fleur.
My life is perfect right now.
I don't have to get my
mole
removed off my back,
and,
I AM GOING TO THE BEACH TOMORROW.
Love,
Bella.
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