Liz—

No more letters, ok? I don't care how much of a jerk your husband is (although it doesn't surprise me; you always had bad taste in men, you even picked me for pete's sake).

I don't care about your stupid daughter, or your husband's mistress, or your life, for that matter. I don't care that you're not a brunette.

I don't care that you remembered all that crap from years ago.

Life has moved on for the rest of us; join the crowd.

-Alex

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a/n: wow, it's been a while. I know Alex's chappie is short and kind of uninteresting (at least for me) compared to Elizabeth's persistant method of writing, but I've already got her next letter written (just needs to be edited!).

I want to say a huge THANKS! for the reviews! this was initially a one-shot, random piece. Howevaaah, people like, put this on their author alerts and I was blown away, so...I wrote more! Haha, sleep deprived? Me? maybe. Anyway, thanks to you awesome people, a plot is developing as we speak.

:) review, please!