Bridget and Josh/Bridget's Journal, Week 24 - March
Josh, You don’t know me, but my name is Bridget, and I’m a senior at Alexandria. I need your help with something, and it’s really important, so I’m asking you to please just do the right thing and read to the end of this letter, even if your instincts tell you to stop and throw it in the trash. Two years ago, my best friend Memphis went to a party at your house. She’s a pretty, little thing—red hair, black eyeliner, rocking bod. Though if you’re the decent person I’m hoping you are, you probably didn’t need the reminder of what she looks like. You probably also don’t need me to remind you what happened to her that night, but I’m going to refresh your memory, anyway: you handed her a drink that was laced with some kind of sedative, and then Ezra Finnigan r***d her. I’m not accusing you
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