37. Letters

Letters

Splash,

Also, I had the absolute worst cup of coffee of my life this morning. It tasted like hot dirt and regret. It made me think of your last letter, where you said your coffee tastes like battery acid. I think the universe is trying to make me suffer with you in solidarity.

What’s your favorite thing to do when you can’t sleep over there? Don’t tell me you just do push-ups, because that will make my aching body feel incredibly guilty. I hope you’re staring at the stars or drawing more ducks.

Yours,

Jackson

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