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Tony Marucco
34 St. Higgins Ave.
Mailing Box 708
Neuarc City - HN12-322985

 Yo, dork.

It's Ginger, the one you said that didn't have a soul. I've been kicking a lot of ass here in my new school. How is your dad? Is he still a surgeon? How about your mom? Does she still make jewelry? Well, ass-hat, I am now both a certified doctor, and the lead artificer in a large trading company. I guess you can't talk shit about your parents anymore, fucko. If I had to guess, you're still into those cringey Kissy-Mew novels that you wouldn't shut the fuck up about. Yes, I knew you read them, you massive phony.

I didn't just write to you to boast. I'm following up on something shitty you said before I left, because it's been on my mind since then. It was so utterly stupid, it just annoys me that a human brain was able to produce such nonsense. You said: "At least now you won't have to stand up for yourself anymore." What the fuck does that even mean? Do you have any idea how apeshit people go here? Have you even ever been out of the city? Was it a fat joke? It was just such a useless thing to say, you actual clown. Skeletons claw themselves out of the ground and attack people here. You don't know a god damned thing.


Allie Lambert used to think your voice was annoying, by the way.

Sophie thought so too.


Ginger,

Summer, 1833