I found this letter in April at the back stage of the Old Auditorium. It seems that B still loves this person. I love the anger and frustration of the lines, "soon I won't live in the same city you do anymore. That would be a problem if I cared to see you again. I don't." I equally love that the person B wrote to, printed and folded this letter six times so that it could fit into the pocket of his/her jeans.
I'm thinking of sending it to this site
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