Letter 17

Dear Bully,

 

You got my phone number somehow.

 

You wouldn't stop texting me.

 

You: Slut

 

You: Whore

 

You: How bout a bj

 

You: When r u going to get thinner

 

You: Maybe then I’d fuck your sorry ass.



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