Bridget and Phoebe/Bridget's Journal, Week 23 - March
Phoebe, I know you don’t know me, but I hope you’ll hear me out, because this is very important—not only to me, but to my best friend, and also to a lot of other girls out there. But I also feel the need to warn you that this letter might stir up some painful emotions for you, so please read it at the right time and place, knowing that. Or, if you aren’t ready to face your past traumas at all, then rip this up entirely, and I’ll find some other way. I don’t want to hurt you, Phoebe. I just want to talk. My name is Bridget, and I’m a senior at the Alexandria School for Girls. Two years ago, my best friend Memphis was drugged and r***d at a Lancaster party. Two weeks ago, we found out that the guy who did it was Ezra Finnigan. We also found out that, somewhere around the same time, he di
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