Consider this a letter that I never sent. However inconsiderate it seems. Do you still consider me?Consider me the boy you laughed with, or you learned to live without? I suck. I know I'm late. I know you waited. You couldn't get me on the phone. And you couldn't make me not alone. The phone bills stacked up by my bedside, with your picture, you're looking surprised.You're what makes New England
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