You are an amazing instrument.
I am sorry that I named you Edward Cullen.
But, seriously, it fits. Just like him, you're sparkly, incredibly gay, and most people laugh at you.
Also, I'm sorry that you have a scratch from Olivia making you fall. Don't blame her. Actually, blame her. It's her fault.
I'm also sorry that there's a Cheerio inside of you and Sharpie on your tuning pegs.
That's my fault, but you can still blame Olivia.
I love you. I really do.
Sincerely,
Felicity
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