Dear Ben

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Dear Ben,

Today I saw you sitting on the bridge with a few other boys who go to that prep school outside of Chicago. I remember them from seeing them at your house sometimes. They're cute.

My mom and I were driving by to go to Sephora to buy some eyeliner for your dad's wedding tomorrow. I can tell that you're not excited for it. I mean, Ellen told me a few days ago that you are taking the wedding hard, that you're staying out later, and when you are home you sit at the piano for hours at a time trying to work out your frustration so that you don't "kill that dickface".

Now I am sitting at my computer with my cell phone in my hand, your number on speed dial, all I have to do is press send. So I do.

"Yeah?" you sound busy, I can hear you panting. In the background, "Ben?"

You're with a girl. I laugh, "Uh, sorry. Just looking for... Ellen. She won't answer her phone."

"I'm not home. So..."

"Oh, OK. Got it. I'll just try her again. See you, Ben."

I hang up.

Love,
Olivia

P.S. I wasn't looking for Ellen