Letters about the mundane in San Francisco and Paris.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Dear A,
After watching that movie "17 Again," I had a dream about Zac Ephron. It's official. I'm a cougar. Someone slap a low cut shirt and strappy metallic heels on me, then just shoot me and put me out of my misery.
We're two friends distanced by most of the United States, the Atlantic Ocean, and a little bit of Western Europe. These are our letters updating our lives to each other.
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