Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, So, back to our regularly scheduled program. I was walking down the hallway going to class, thinking to myself what a drag it is to have to wake up so early for schooling, when really my head would rather still be asleep, therefore, it won’t allow, or, it won’t remember what [...]
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September 23rd, 1994
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September 21st, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, Because I want us to be friends, okay? Is that so wrong? It’s been something like a year and I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you everyday. Every hour. Every second. And honestly, I don’t know why. I just do. So I decided to write you letters like I used to hoping [...]
September 20th, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, I went to my classes today. That’s all really. Didn’t see Jim. Didn’t really learn anything. That’s why this letter is so short. Love, Xavier.
September 19th, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, Jim didn’t show up to school today. So I sat outside the cafeteria all by myself watching people walk by. On their way to class, or to change a class, or to leave a class. School stuff, ya know. The reason I came to community college in the first place. For [...]
September 18th, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, Didn’t go to class today. Just sat outside the cafeteria with Jim. Drinking coffee. Smoking cigarettes. Watching the people go by. “See that guy.” Jim asked. Well, he didn’t really ask. He stated. “That guy right there is Ugly.” I looked at him. Straight, brown hair. Chiseled jaw. Striking hazel eyes. [...]
September 17th, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, Jim is like the Marlboro Man. A cigarette smoking, black coffee drinking, spit spitting, swagger of masculinity. Modern day cowboy. Ten gallon replaced with jet black, spiky hair, a stallion replaced with a Volkswagen Jetta. He speaks of people like cattle. And towns like ghosts. He looks at the horizon a [...]
September 16th, 1994
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Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina, I figured I might as well go back to school. Not to get one of those useless pieces of papers called “degrees”, but more because I wouldn’t want anyone to know more about me.That would be a definite insult to God. Ha! Did you know that even if you dropped out [...]
