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Dear Nathan, It's been a while since the last time I wrote you, and I can see that you're getting worried. I'm writing you this letter to let you know that I'm fine and no, I'm not mad at you. I've just been....busy. I know you want to know who I am, but I can't tell you. I know that you would be disappointed, and I know that things will never be the same. I can tell you that I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I mean, do you really think Brittenay would be able to form complete sentences without sounding like a moron? She can barely write her English papers. I hope you're not already disappointed because I heard you say how hot you think she is to one of your friends the other day. I'm sorry to say this, but she isn't the brightest person out there. At least she's pretty! Anyways, that's not the point. The point is that you can't know who I am. You might think you want to know, but I know that's not really what you want. I'll only agree to keep writing to you if you promise to stop trying to figure out who I am. From, Me
Dear Nathan
