Dear Fleur.
One day I watched a movie that is now my favourite.
Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.
And now it's sitting in a box right behind me.
You know what I'll be doing tonight.
Love, Bella.
EDIT: I went to Coos Bay. Didn't get to see the beach. But I could smell it. And that's close enough for me. Not exactly pockets full of sand, but they were full of Hayward Field's track. But that's another blog post...
Dear Fleur.
Goodbye till Sunday.
I will be taking a holiday at the ocean.
That is all.
Love,
Bell.
EDIT:
Now all screaming and jumping and painting and wearing pink may commence.
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.
Dear Fleur.
Conversation at my dinner table tonight went something about lies and weddings and gift registries over grilled cheeses with ketchup.
It was nice.
And I had a realization.
Best date a boy could ever take a girl out on.
An expensive store where they would pretend to register for a wedding.
Trust me, your girlfriend would laugh forever.
That would be positively the most fun you could ever have with a guy.
That,
or running hand in hand on the beach.
(But who doesn't love the beach?)
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Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.
