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Mary: Nicole,
Hey sweetie, what’s up? N.M.H. I can’t believe Pedro hates you! That is so not right. What did you ever do to him? Ummmmm, nothing! I love Pedro (as a friend) to death, but he
has absolutely no right to hate you. I’m
very sorry. I don’t think you should
worry, he’ll get over it. I
promise! So do you still like Mike? He’s nice, but he treated you so bad! I can’t believe he ignored you! Well I guess all guys suck. We need to find us some MEN! I am sick of these boys. Are you going to the guys’ basketball
game? I am. Oh, I guess you can’t because you have to
play. Oh well. Anyways, I just took a science test and I swear
I think I failed. Are you going to the
moves on Friday? I might not, but I
probably will. I really like this guy
named Carey who goes to Heritage. He’s
really sweet! Do you like anyone? Well I better go. I hope this whole Pedro thing blows
over. I love you! Love Forever, Mary.
Boy,
that Pedro thing was a big ol’ mess, eh?
What’s worse than going through a breakup? Try going through a breakup and still hanging
out with the same people. Cross Timbers
wasn’t big enough for the both of us, I guess. 'Twas but one of many relationships that showed us ladies just how awful boys at that age are. I thought getting
shoved off the cafeteria seat by Pedro was the low point of my love
life. Then there was college… ALL OF IT. I’d like to think I put the “fun” in “dysfunctional”
during those years. Guess you can say I’m
a “glass half-full” kind of gal. But I digress.
The great thing about having all these notes is that in the future, when
my daughter is boo-hooing her guts out over some silly boy who broke her heart,
I can show her documented proof that 1) Boys
are all the same at that age; and 2) you
WILL get over it and forget all about what’s-his-name. Unless he friends you on Facebook later on in
life and you start posting your old notes/FB posts/text messages detailing what
a jerk he was. Then it might get a
little awkward.
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