Thirty Letters in Thirty Days

Day twenty-three: the one that received your last kiss.

I am not writing a second letter about my parents. Simple as that. Unlike some of you under-aged skanks, I don't kiss random people. And I've never been that close with a boyfriend, so it never happened there either. Probably wont for a long time.

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Three days late. Sigh. I really need to get on this.