A once-in-a-lifetime dilemma has arisen.
How on earth am I supposed to write a letter?
I found myself deep in serious thought, quill in hand.
If someone asked me to write a magic formula or a thesis, I could do it with my eyes closed.
...But I genuinely have no idea how to write a letter asking after someone's well-being. It feels like my brain has just shut down.
[To Ria.]
I got stuck right there.
Honestly, I'm not even sure I wrote this correctly.
Dear Ria? That feels kind of embarrassing.
My one and only childhood friend, Ria? ...Ugh. That's too cringey...
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