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one and turned them upside down. Tons of letters fell onto the floor. He let out a small sigh, there was a lot of reading to be done. Yet, he smiled. It was fun reading from his fans. Most of them would probably be "I love you! You're so cute! Wil you Marry Me?" like last time. Those were fun, but he'd rather hear about them. And those ( the love ones), he wouldn't respond too. What could he say? "I love you too!"? But that wouldn't be right; he doesn't even know them!
There was a knock on the door and he looked up to see Molly standing there.
"You missed one sweetheart," she said, handing him a letter.
"Thanks," he said, watching her close the door.
He flipped the envelope over and looked at the address.
"Lily Crane," he whispered in an impressed tone, raising his eyebrows.
He opened it and pulled out the notebook paper concealed inside. He read it through once, and stared at it for a minute. He set it down and opened another one and started to read it but soon set it down and went back to the 1st one. He read it again, much slower than the 1st time.
"It must be hard... not knowing who you can trust..."
"Ya," he whispered, reading on.
"But, it must be cool, meeting all those talented people..."
He nodded, "Uh huh."
"I don't know... maybe I could be a ... relief... or something..."
He stopped and looked around. A Relief?
"I may not know what it's like... but I could give you a true, whole-hearted, "real" answer. If you wanted to talk or were upset you could just write or e-mail. I'm sorry... this probably sounds really dumb... But, if you want to accept, or decline... write back... P.S. There's nothing worse than getting the courage to write your favorite star and not getting a response..."
" Hmmm," he mumbled, setting it down on a chair sitting next to him in the nearly empty room.
He began to sort them as he usually did, one pile holding ones that only pronounced their love for him, and the other was letters that actually had meaning to them.
"Elijah?" a muffled voice called behind the closed door.
Elijah looked up at the door. "Come on in."
The door opened and his girlfriend, Heather, asked, "You want a lunch break?"
"Ya," he said, getting up and dusting himself off. He looked down at the envelope on the chair.
"Hey Heather," Molly said.
Heather turned around to see Molly. He picked up the envelope and stuck it in his back pocket. He covered the top of it by sticking it under his jean jacket. Heather turned around and he gave her a quick kiss and a quick hug. They began to walk down the hallway when Heather grabbed his hand. They went to the 'AppleBee's' next door and got a table rather quickly.