You're right, I suppose, as always. Star is here. She's asleep in bed, and your owl woke me up. Do you ever fucking sleep?
I read the letter. The whole thing. I wasn't sure why you wouldn't want Star to read it- it at least explained your backwards way of getting Colby back for something else she'd done.
You're right, again. I did sleep with your girlfriend. Several times, and it's only now I got your letter that I might consider stopping it. I know she's angry at you, and by what she saw and therefore assumed she had really every right to be. You need to sort it out between yourselves. Just because she's fucking me on the side doesn't mean I have anything to do with your domestic disturbances. You know here she is; come and get her.
Her fiancee means fucking nothing. He's over there; she's here. Let Colby send as many photos of the pair of you over there as she wants; I'm sure someone has told him of Star and I anyway.
The engagement's a piece of paper. Surely you think more of her than simple an agreement written on parchment?
I don't care if you kissed Colby, other than the fact that if you did, there's mouthwash in the third drawer of my dresser and some disinfectant in my trunk. I don't know why you think I'd care and why you want me to believe you. Yet again, you're right in assuming that I'd probably be the only person to understand her but the point of the matter is that I don't, I don't even think she knows herself.
I'm stuck here until Narcissa shoves enough food down my throat to make me gain weight and I don't think she'll leave the Manor until I do. You're welcome to come and talk to her if you wish.
And for the love of all things holy, get a new hobby. -Draco.
You're right, I suppose, as always. Star is here. She's asleep in bed, and your owl woke me up. Do you ever fucking sleep?
I read the letter. The whole thing. I wasn't sure why you wouldn't want Star to read it- it at least explained your backwards way of getting Colby back for something else she'd done.
You're right, again. I did sleep with your girlfriend. Several times, and it's only now I got your letter that I might consider stopping it. I know she's angry at you, and by what she saw and therefore assumed she had really every right to be. You need to sort it out between yourselves. Just because she's fucking me on the side doesn't mean I have anything to do with your domestic disturbances. You know here she is; come and get her.
Her fiancee means fucking nothing. He's over there; she's here. Let Colby send as many photos of the pair of you over there as she wants; I'm sure someone has told him of Star and I anyway.
The engagement's a piece of paper. Surely you think more of her than simple an agreement written on parchment?
I don't care if you kissed Colby, other than the fact that if you did, there's mouthwash in the third drawer of my dresser and some disinfectant in my trunk. I don't know why you think I'd care and why you want me to believe you. Yet again, you're right in assuming that I'd probably be the only person to understand her but the point of the matter is that I don't, I don't even think she knows herself.
I'm stuck here until Narcissa shoves enough food down my throat to make me gain weight and I don't think she'll leave the Manor until I do. You're welcome to come and talk to her if you wish.
And for the love of all things holy, get a new hobby.
-Draco.
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