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From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: Late
I know I shouldn’t be writing this message or even sitting here in front of the computer so late at night when I’m tired and can’t stop listening to your songs and remembering, but…this feels so weird, Rhys. Talking as if nothing had happened between us. As if all we experienced over the summer was just nothing. I know it doesn’t make sense. I know I shouldn’t hit Send, because we made a deal. But I need to tell you. Tomorrow I’ll go back to pretending that everything’s okay and that I never think about it. I’ll talk to you the same as before.
I just wish it was easier to forget you, Rhys.
To forget the rest, everything I left behind.
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: Late
I know, Ginger. I guess it’ll pass, right? And we’re not so bad at pretending! I’ve been thinking about the same stuff since then. Sorry I asked you to stay. You were right; it wasn’t fair. And sorry for what I did afterward.
Get some sleep, Ginger Snap.