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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:43:18 GMT -7
August 15, 2013 Hey, I'm not used to writing letters so this might be a horrible idea but I didn't know how else to get a hold of you. Your phone is off. I checked. Probably at the bottom of a lake somewhere. So you're gonna have to bear with my shitty handwriting. Its been about a week since you left and its...quiet. To say the least. Ever since Teresa moved out, Miranda has been making a point of visiting every couple days with a bottle of cheap vodka she skims from the stock at the bar. Its disgusting. You'd probably like it. Other than that, Isaac is the only other person I really see lately. He's fine. I think he's got a boyfriend. I swear to god if I find them doing the horizontal tango on my couch I'm going to burn it. I'm getting my diploma in two weeks. Graduation ceremony was back in the spring, so I don't get a cap and gown or a big celebration or anything, but the pack is gonna throw a party for me when it comes in the mail. Its supposed to be a surprise, but you know how that goes. You don't have to come, but if you DID...Well there will be a bottle of vodka with your name on it. I don't know if you're actually in Brooklyn, but I'm sending this to Safia's place. Maybe she'll forward it along to you. -Stiles PS. The party is on the 29th at the bar.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:44:43 GMT -7
August 30, 2013 I'm officially a college graduate, all professional and everything. My dad wants to frame the diploma for posterity. I think he's still in minor shock. The party was interesting. I only knew about three people there, but Miranda managed to fill the bar wall to wall. They either came for the jello shots, the pinata filled with (seriously) condoms, candy, and free drink coupons, or Miranda's halter top. Whichever one it was, I had people congratulating me on my engagement, birthday, and even my miraculous recovery from testicular cancer. I'm pretty sure the last one was courtesy of Colton, who's back for a couple days to sort out his parent's summer house. You can imagine for yourself how well that went down. The hangover really speaks for itself. Wish you could have been here, man. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:45:33 GMT -7
September 21, 2013 I don't know if you're getting my letters. Science would probably say no, but I'm a stubborn moron and we've established that a long time ago. If you ARE getting them, a reply would be nice. You know. To know if you're actually alive or not. I'm doing horribly, in case you were wondering. You're probably not. Agh hell you know who it is
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:46:25 GMT -7
October 7, 2013 You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, and fuck your reasons for leaving. Was all of this just some big, fucking joke to you? Did I even fucking matter in the slightest? Or am I just another pitiful excuse for a HUMAN that's more disposable than your goddamn car? I don't care if you thought it was better, because its not. Its not better. None of it is. I'm alone, and you're off god knows fucking where probably laughing your ass off about all of this. I RELIED on you, man. I need you.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:46:49 GMT -7
October 12, 2013 I'm sorry. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:48:17 GMT -7
October 19, 2013 Where are you. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:49:15 GMT -7
October 31, 2013 Happy Halloween. Things are fine. The new Carrie movie sucks. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:49:49 GMT -7
November 3, 2013 Katherine misses you. I do too. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:50:22 GMT -7
November 20, 2013 My dad bought a giant ham this year, and he's going to take your advice and soak it in honey whiskey. I'm pretty sure this is the most excited I've seen him in a while. Especially when your name is involved. I'll try to save a seat for you. If you want it. Isaac is living at my place while I stay at Katherine's. So if you send anything...send it to her house. She tells me I can't hang up any posters. Sounded more like you, than her. -Stiles
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:52:00 GMT -7
November 28, 2013 Happy Turkey day The ham was great. My dad took credit. And I'm a little drnk. I miss you. And yor musk. whatever
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2013 20:52:23 GMT -7
December 1, 2013 Hey. I know its early but...Merry Christmas. I know you're not a fan of the holiday, but it was always a highlight listening to you grumble about it. But this year, its my turn to complain. It snowed. My Jeep is stuck. And I got the hint. I want to keep writing, mostly for my own sanity, but I know I shouldn't. You haven't replied. Which means you're either not getting them, or I've made a fool out of myself. I'm not angry. Not anymore. Feeling a little stupid, maybe. But that's nothing new, eh? Anyway. I understand why you left. It was never easy for you here. And I saw you overwhelmed and saddened more than I saw you happy. You have every right to find what you want. And if it isn't here then...who am I to tell you different. I just miss you, man. A lot. Things might have been hell while you were here, but I'd much rather rough it out with you than anyone else. Sappy, I know. But true. I just want you to know that. Because this will...officially...be my last letter. I should have said goodbye a long time ago, but I wasn't ready. I'm still not, but I should be. I would say good luck but I know you don't believe in that. God, I'm shit at writing letters. No wonder you didn't reply. -Stiles
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