May 28
Dear Lizzabeth,
I have an idea. It's stupid, but its an idea. Lizzabeth, I like talking to you in letters. I don't know why, but it just feels... right. And I know you're not allowed to use the internet for Facebook and stuff.
So how about we keep on writing to each other? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. That's dangerous, are you a bloody idiot? But Lizzabeth, I trust you. And unlike the internet, I don't have to worry if you're a 50-year old pedophile acting like a kid my age.
So here's my address:
123 N. Hollywood Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 89201
Lizzabeth, if you don't want to keep writing to me like this, I get it. It's a stupid plan anyway. Nevermind, it was never going to work.
So then this would be the last letter I'll have to give you. Lizzabeth, you were a great Pental Pal, you did more than what most "pen pals" do. You were an actually friend, through your words. You were there in your letters when I needed you the most. And you'd better become the actress you want to be. So thank you Lizzabeth.
I love... I love writing to you. Good bye.
Love,
William
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The Pental Pal (Completed)
RomancePental Pal (noun) - one who exchanges letters to one another as pen pals. But uses the same writing utensil, in this case, a pentel pencil. They never wanted to do this from the start. The thought of writing to a complete stranger. Never seeing whos...
