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Blue Gray,
Someday, I want to see you smile. Like, a real smile. Not that smile you give me when I say I’m going to ditch phys ed and get a decent lunch in town or when I sit next to you in English and steal your notes so I can get participation credit for once.
You’re going to tell me why you’re so blue and so gray and before you write me a five-paragraph essay on blue and gray being your personality, allow me to say: I know. I know. I know and I love it and I want to know how it came to be this way. I want to know everything about you, dear friend.
All my love and smiles,
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My sweet, sweet BG,
I hope your mom is doing okay. I’m sorry you and your family are going through so much with her health. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to help but I want you to tell me if there is. You know I’ll do anything for you. Just say the word and I’m at your service.
Love you lots,
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Blue Gray Bananapants,
No, I don’t know what that means. I just like it.
Another thing I like: Lollie. I thought I was getting stuck with some mean old lady when my mother sent me here but Lollie is actually awesome. I wish I didn’t have to pick up and move all the fucking time but I’m happy I moved here. I feel like I don’t have to worry about everything when I’m at Twin Tulip and that’s pretty cool.
I know you don’t feel the same way about your family’s farm and that’s okay. We’re coming at it from opposite directions. I’d probably hate it if I was riding your tractor.
(Is that a suitable substitution for “in your shoes” in this area? I have no clue.)
A bunch of people asked if I’m going to the harvest festival (???) this weekend. Can you explain this to me as if I’m an outsider who doesn’t set a watch by the moons and such? Do I want to go to this thing? Will I be required to harvest anything?
All the bananapants love I have to give,
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My once and future rescuer,
In case no one has ever told you this, you have the best heart in the whole world. Even when you’re grouchy as fuck (see: the past two weeks straight), you do the sweetest things like taking me home when I’m stranded after the winter formal (thanks, Brett Schiveley, for leaving me at the dance because I didn’t want to go to your uncle’s lake house). I didn’t think you were even going to the dance but there you were in your spiffy blue suit.
I never remember to plan my exits from these things but you never forget. For real, BG, you’re my best friend. Never lose that sweet heart.
Someday, I’ll rescue you.
Always,
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I flewthrough the pages until the entire duvet was covered in blue ink sunflowers and my swirling teenage penmanship.
“The stars,” I whispered to myself. “Oh my god.Oh my god.”
“What’s that?”
I jumped out of my skin at the sound, one of the notes clutched to my chest as I whirled around to face Gennie. “I didn’t hear you come in,” I said, my heart going a hundred miles an hour.
She peered around me. “What’s that?”
“Some old letters,” I said, gathering them up.
