Dear Stargirl,
I really really really wish you were real. I'd drive out to Phoenixville and hug you tight and become buds with Cinnamon and ride bikes with you, and we could get strawberry-banana smoothies at the mall and cry over boys. I'd listen to every story, every whisper, every feeling you'd dare tell me, and I bet you'd do the same for me. You could teach me how to erase myself, and I bet I'd finally be able to do it. You could help me give long, rambling speeches about marvelous things. You could show me the library, and Enchanted Hill, and Margie's, and introduce me to Dootsie, and Perry, and Alvina, and Betty Lou. We could dance in the rain and go clockless and write poetry and breathe in the Real Air, and I would be so happy. We could boost each other's self esteems by you realizing how much you've inspired me, and me finally having the kind of person to talk to that I've yearned for since I was eight. Stargirl, I wish you were real. You could be my greatest friend. It's such a shame that fiction is immalleable. Love, Audrey xoxo
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