I don't know rightly how to say this. I never been good with words, but I love you, Mattie. I love the way you talk, your pretty brown hair, 'n th' way your eyelids close so slowly when you blush. I want you Mattie. I want to hold you. "I want to feel you holding me."
I care about you, Mattie. Zeena is gone for me. I don't know how we will manage, but I know we can, and I love you so much, I don't want to let you go. Please stay Mattie. I'm yours.
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Ethan, it's over between us. I don't need your filth and her laziness in my house any longer. I want you to sell the house and I get more than half the money to pay for my health and a new home that isn't morgaged. You have never been faithful to me and she is nothing but a stray. If that is the kind of girl you like then fine, leave with me with her. You both have done nothing for me and by the way, I kissed Jotham Powell yesterday and I fantasize about him so I don't need you. Good bye to all the filth in my house.
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