I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
Dear Will,
It's been a while, too long actually. How are you? How's life treating you? So on and so forth. I have a story that might interest you.
The date is Wednesday the 31st of August, it is sometime in the afternoon after I got back from the beach. I am at Waitara waiting to pick up my brother. The events occurred as follows:
Will: Hi
Bec: Hi
(bla bla bla I cant remember)
(Will walks off)
Mum: Was that Sam's brother?
Bec: Yes, Will.
Mum: He looks like Sam.
Bec: Really?
Mum: He is REALLY hot though Bec. Much better looking than Sam.
Bec: (mouth open in horror as mum calls friends hot)
Truth hurts ey.
Love always
Bec