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Hey Nate, 

Okay, I dunno how to even start this letter. It's people like you that society is wary of, honestly. And the hell man, you checked out my Instagram. I don't even know what to say to that. 

I'm kidding. I didn't mean anything I said there. I wanted to give you a little scare. 

Yeah, I'm 16. And I live in Colorado. But I'm wondering how you even got to know about my Instagram handle in the first place. I mean, I can understand the email address, but how? You're not a stalker, man, you're just someone who really wanted to talk to someone else. 

And no, I don't use Twitter. Yet.

You're a member of One Voice, huh? I guess I'll check out your previous comments, to see if we really think alike. I mean, I find that difficult to believe, no offense. I am literally one of a kind, when it comes to how I think. But you are too( you think noodles are a God send? Big no no for me)

And what exactly is so bad about calling a dog man's best friend? I find it sweet and TRUE. Dogs are the one animal that I can have as a pet. A cat is way too scary, rabbits can't go for walks, and I am pretty sure I'd be arrested if I got a tiger. 

You know Jasmine from Aladdin? She had something going on there with the whole pet tiger thing, fr. 

I don't know where you live exactly, but you sounded so sure that it was far from Colorado, so it's fine. I'd have said we should exchange numbers and call each other, or video chat, but you could be a stalker living here in Colorado, who just wants to satisfy some weird fantasy by pretending to be a teenage boy. 

I hope to God that you're really 17. 

Oh, before I forget, I just wanted to say you might've gone a little bit overboard with the whole "I'm beautiful" thing. I see myself as average, and honestly, I'm very cool with it. I don't bother lying to myself or convincing myself otherwise. 

But thank you. I also don't receive compliments well. 

And you're right, I'm not a glitter, bestie, teddy bear kinda girl. At all. I'm more of a black nail polish, forever ponytail and shorts, closet writer girl. Yeah, that's me. I did have a teddy bear at a point, but after watching Chucky as a little girl, I threw it out. And made my dad promise not to buy me another one, or worse, a doll. 

It's the pretty ones that are very dangerous. Can you imagine seeing that thing coming towards you with a knife, and that ridiculous smile plastered on its face? I can't even, man. Dolls and teddies ain't for me. 

As for best friends, well, I've never seen or had the need to have one. I think I'm closer to boys than girls. The girls at my school...well I can't say for sure, but I think half of em are scared of me. The rest just avoid me, unless they absolutely have to talk to me. 

That is the life. 

I'm not sure how I feel about talking to someone I haven't even seen about my feelings and stuff, but let's see. You already give off that "you can tell me anything and I won't judge you " vibe, which isn't me at all. I'm the biggest critic I know, which is prolly why I'm a closet writer.  We'll just have to see, Nate. Maybe I'll take your offer, maybe I won't. But there's one thing I agree with- it's gonna be easier talking to some stranger than someone you already know about things you want to let out of your system. 

I know you said to call you Nathan, but it's too long. So, Nate it is. You have to deal with that. Besides, Nate is way better than Nathan. When you think of it, Nate is for hotties, Nathan is what nerds are called. And you did say you weren't a nerd, so...Nate. 

And I got a little advice for you....don't ever tell anyone that dogs shouldn't be called man's bestie again. You might be hanged. 

P.S: I definitely laughed while reading your letter. Thank you for that. It's rare for me to laugh nowadays. 

Emma.