Dear Abby,
How do you spell your name, darling? Abbey, Abby, Abbie? Oh, well, that's not important. I'm writing to let you know that I do this thing with friends every once in a while, and it's something that I think is kind of fun but doesn't really do it for me. However, my best friend seems to really enjoy it, so I'm still doing it. She's already said I didn't have to, but I'm mostly staying because I want to hang out with her if I have the opportunity, plus I might be a little jealous. (Truth be told, I actually do enjoy it sometimes, too, so it's not just that.)
Forever yours,
Conflicted
P. S.
How bad are little white lies?
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I warn you now: by reading this you're putting your life in danger. But go ahead, keep going; I'm just adding dramatic affect.
This is the story for a girl who decided to keep a blog for all the things she doesn't want to broadcast to people who know her, but feels the world ought to know.
She might be a tad self-centered.
This is the story for a girl who decided to keep a blog for all the things she doesn't want to broadcast to people who know her, but feels the world ought to know.
She might be a tad self-centered.
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