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Dear future me
Dear future me,
how are you?
I know it's a dull question, but you know how I mean it.
How old are you now?
Do you still cry alot? (Because I do.)
Did you finish school? Are you a game developer yet?
Are you married? Have you finally figured out what your sexuality is?
How many dogs do you own? Is its name Pompadou like I wanted?
I have so many questions for you,
but I know you can't anwser me.
One day, you'll see this, and think: ''Wow I really was a dork!''
and you'll show this letter to your s/o and you'll laugh at this stupid letter.
I'll leave this right here, You'll find it eventually.
Love, Your past self.
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