Dear nerdy girl with A's in all AP classes,
In fourth grade you defended the girl with a mental handicap and in fifth grade you were the duchess in the play even when you found out that the autistic boy was going to be the duke. We teased and tortured each other all through middle school and high school, but no matter how many times I or anyone else laughed at you for it, you refused to stop being friends with the daughter of a teen mom or siting with the boy everyone hated on the bus. You supported me when I was nervous about regional band, and you didn't get jealous when I took the music award that you would have gotten if I hadn't been there. The only decision of yours I didn't like was when you quit marching band, but you're one of the few people I know that has relatives out of state, and I agree that your time with them comes first. You don't have a crush on anyone, and you know that I don't either, but you accepted my offer to take you to prom anyway, and you just rocked it in a dress you made yourself.
Sincerely, I admire you and know you have an incredible life ahead of you.
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