The thumping in Kyle’s chest seemed to reverberate through every cell of his thirteen year-old body. His heart raced ever-faster, as if the surging blood would somehow calm his quivering nerves-he was next in line. Kyle was last in line. The undersized eighth-grader was sure he had memorized the words, and the melody was perfect for his high tenor
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i mean, awwwwwww!
Man i miss you...
I want to come back and visit, and it hasn't even been a week.
love you,
and thinking of you all of the time,
~Your man
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wow, how we've all grown.
(also: excellent writing, sir.)
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i just sent u an email asking u how are things going.. i am missing u!
well..lets talk the way we used to do before..!
xoxo
naiá from bauruu!!!
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