I’m sorry that I lied and went to the lake without you, in fear of you stealing All Boys. I was a big twat then, and still am now, but at least now I am a little more self-aware of said twatness (which in a way, makes it worse.) If it’s any consolation, that deception occured partially because you are so darn pretty, and still are now, to this day.
So Let’s start a book club, you and me, with no other members. Let’s bake things for each other and with crumbs in our hair, between the pages of the latest Mirakami, we can talk of what a Twats we once were, and remain to be.