Dear T,
I dream that years have past since we’ve talked and I am getting married and I write to you about it. I am excited and in love with him. I want you to be proud of me, happy for me, as though I am trying to reassure us both that you did good by me, always did.
You call me. You are all of this for me indeed, there is genuine joy in your voice, congratulating me heartily.
You ask me how the sex is, say you are curious.
I wake up.
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