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| Dear Louis, I wrote this to you because Ashley won't tell me your numbem. I was really looksig forward to going to prom with you, and really getting to know you better and making our friendship develop into somthing more. But last week at teen group I mett a reully hot freshman, and made out with him for a hour (So ash if you're reading lhis whic I cm sure you are you can have him). Ice this is the end of our relation ship I cm breaks up with you, but I hope we can still be friends. Joules |
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| OK, here's the story: I called Ashley at this chick Juliana's house once, and I talked to Juliana on the phone for like 5 minutes while Ashley was in the bathroom. Somehow, Juliana fell madly in love with me or something and wanted to go to prom with me. As a joke, I told her I would if she bought me porn. The next day she tells Ashley to tell me that my magazine is in her locker at school... Anyway, she thought we were dating or something, even though I never ever spoke to her again after the time on the phone. She's an 18-year-old who failed kindergarten(literally) and is a junior. And she's making out with a freshman? Pedaphilia anyone? You can see the spelling mistakes... tsk tsk. She couldn't even spell her own damn name right at the end. Oh well. Looks like I'm back to the single life or something. | |||||||||