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Letter to L.M.

A little later, I always know I’ve fucked up. Recently, playing board games, I kept asking for M. to explain a game mechanic instead of asking both of you, collectively. You’ve always been collective board game explainers. We’ve never “gotten along“, so I jump to Player 2. We’re not enemies, we have an understanding of sorts. We shouldn’t share a kitchen and that’s enough said. You intimidate me in a way that feels so targeted against me. It’s like seeing how I could have turned out had I had more friends.

I want to be a little more kind and thoughtful and buy Christmas gifts for family, months ahead of time.

I wish the world would give us a chance because I think we could both use a lucky break.

Love, L.

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