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Dear Peter,
You’d tease me that inside this place you’re my only company, and that we’re hardly friends. But I still think of you that way. Sure I hate you a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I think sometimes you like me too. At least you talk to me now, and you are yelling less.
I found you some more beer, and I put it in the fridge which you’ll notice since I’m about to tape this note to the six-pack. Even though I got in that fight with you before over that last bottle at the 7-Eleven, we both know I didn’t want it. I just didn’t want you to have it, so this is all yours.
Your Friend,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
You’d tease me that inside this place you’re my only company, and that we’re hardly friends. But I still think of you that way. Sure I hate you a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I think sometimes you like me too. At least you talk to me now, and you are yelling less.
I found you some more beer, and I put it in the fridge which you’ll notice since I’m about to tape this note to the six-pack. Even though I got in that fight with you before over that last bottle at the 7-Eleven, we both know I didn’t want it. I just didn’t want you to have it, so this is all yours.
Your Friend,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
