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Bitch.  

You don't deserve these letters.

Last night I spent hours in James's room.

I almost feel guilty when we sneak away and talk
because there's no room to include anyone else.

He would say they don't care we're gone.  He's wrong.

He told me about all the little parts he doesn't like on his body. 

I wanted to touch each one and say, "It's beautiful."  

He'll see it one day.