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Christ, this is hard. Baby, I don't know of any words that can show you how much I want you. All I know is that I DO want you. I want you badly. I'll do anything you ask, just say it. I want to hold you tight in my arms. I lust for you. I want to rip your pants from you again. Just thinking of my hands on your boobs again brings my lips to a viciously horny grin. Not for nothing, but masturbation has lost its fun and I can't go on living this way. My balls hurt.
For now, I'm stuck with no way out. My mom and dad monitor my actions, and I'm afraid I can't count on running away with you tomorrow. I thought of a plan though, and it is bound to work. All I can say is hold on. I want to grab at your boobs again as soon as I can- and that ass won't quit, so I can't quit.
If all fails, I'll find you on Monday by the drinking fountain. My first class sucks, so I might ditch anyway. Making out is a good way to grind down the clock. If not, I'll find you during our Spirit Rally. Go Highlands High!
Yours and only yours,
-Richard Johnson
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