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—Li ly


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                Dear  Ellen,
                    I need  to ap ologize to you.
                    It’s  been  a  week  since  I’ve  written  to  you  an d  a  week  since  I’ve  wat che d  your
                sho w.  Don’t  wor r y,  I  still  record  it  so  you’ll  get  the   rat ings,  but  ever y  day   we  get

                of f the  bus, Atlas  tak es a  quick shower an d  the n we mak e out.
                    Ever y day.
                    It’s aw esome.
                    I  do n’t  know  what   it  is  ab out  hi m,  but  I  feel  so  comfor tab le  with  him.  He’s
                so  sweet  an d  tho ught ful.  He  never  do es  an ythi ng  I  do n’t  feel  comfor tab le  with,
                but so far  he  has n’t tried  an ythi ng I do n’t feel comfor tab le with.
                    I’m  not  sure  ho w  much  I  sho uld  di vulge  he re,  since  you  an d  I  hav e  never

                met  in  person.  Bu t  let  me  just  say   that   if  he ’s  ever  wonde red  what   my  boobs  feel
                like . . .
                    No w he  knows.
                    I   can ’t   for   the    life   of   me   figure   out   ho w   people   function   from   da y   to   day
                whe n  the y  like  someone  thi s  much.  If  it  were  up  to  me,  we  would  kiss  al l  day
                an d   al l  night   an d   do   nothi ng  in  between  except  may be  tal k  a   little.  He  tells

                funny  stories.  I  love  it  whe n  he ’s  in  a  tal kat ive  mood  becau se  it  do esn’t  hap pen
                ver y often, but he  uses hi s han ds  a  lot. He smiles a  lot, too, an d  I love hi s smile
                even  more  than   I  love  hi s  kiss.  And  sometimes  I  just  tell  hi m  to  shu t  up  an d
                stop  smiling  or  kissing  or  tal king  so  I  can   stare  at   hi m.  I  like  looking  at   hi s
                eyes.   The y’re   so   blue   that    he    could   be   stan di ng   ac ross   a   room   and   a   person
                could  tell  ho w  blue  hi s  eyes  were.  The   only  thi ng  I  do n’t  like  ab out  kissing  hi m
                sometimes is whe n he  closes hi s eyes.

                    And  no. We still hav en’t tal ked  about Bo ston.
                    —Li ly


                Dear  Ellen,
                    Yesterday   af ternoon  whe n  we  were  ridi ng  the   bus,  Atlas   kissed  me.  It  was n’t

                an ythi ng  new  to  us  becau se  we  had   kissed  a  lot  by  thi s  point,  but  it’s  the   first
                time  he   ever  di d  it  in  public.  When  we’re  togethe r  ever ythi ng  else  just  seems  to
                fade   aw ay,  so  I  do n’t  thi nk  he   even  tho ught   ab out  othe r  people  noticing.  Bu t
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