By Any Other Name

by Lauren Kate

Dear Lanie, I hope this finds you on a balcony at sunset, glass of prosecco in hand. Please find herewith three things you’ve been waiting for. The first is an apology. (Come on, you know you’ve been waiting for it.) I’m sorry I was _______ the other night. (I see you on that balcony, rolling your eyes. I spent twenty minutes searching for the most precise descriptor. Was I weird? Distant? Cold? Brusque? (Brusque was my top contender, and one you’d line-edit into oblivion.) Or perhaps, simply, blank? I defer to you.) The truth is, when you came by my apartment, I was scared . . . about the other two things you’ve been waiting for from me. They are attached. Once you read them, I think you’ll understand. Yours, Noah

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