Don't talk to me about school anymore. Just... don't. Ugh. Especially not getting a masters. Not going to happen.
Don't worry, I still love you.
Love,
Peat
Don't worry, I still love you.
Love,
Peat
Letters from Peat to the people with whom she is forced to interact - Updated as often as possible, when the mood strikes
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