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I don't like them. I don't like anything about them. I don't live giving them, and I most certainly do not like receiving them. Never once have I had even a remotely good, even "okay", experience with them. Not any of the ones that I have received or the couple that I have given turned out well, and I honestly believe that I made the wrong decision in every single one of those cases. I don't like them. So, why am I telling you this? Because I know, I know that they are not fair, and I am truly sorry for that. And I am not going to make you choose anytime soon, but eventually, eventually, if things "work out", then you will have to choose one or the other.

To clarify if I haven't gotten news to you yet: There was an even that happened approximately four weeks ago that has resolved itself in its entirely. Please, for my own sake, if you love me, can we pretend (to the best of our extent) that it never happened? Thank you. P.S. I can answer any questions that are bound to come from this in "private".

Is there anything you have to tell me? and Do you love me? Are fair game questions 24/7.

Now I fully admit that there is a "girl reason" behind my dislike for her (can we all guess what it is?), but I assure you that she is, in fact, an I.B.N.A.B. And no, I won't change my mind about her, either.

Dear Lewis Faculty Member Who Will Be Reading This Specific Scholarship Essay: I would like you to keep in mind that I am not yet twenty years of age. Therefore, I do not have much of an autobiography. Thank-you.