That is, until I come across a picture of a woman on the internet. Social media, phone numbers and photos are not permitted. In my life, she is the only one who is able to keep me on course, talk me down, and embrace all of my imperfections. I require them on a daily basis, even if just one is available in a given week. Her correspondence is usually written in silver ink on black paper. It's debatable if Eminem is the best rapper of all time or not. We were bickering over anything and everything in no time. We discovered the error in a matter of minutes. Because she assumed Ryen was a boy like me, my teacher also agreed. The other instructor mistook me for a girl because of my name, Misha, and assigned me to Ryen, one of her students. My instructor assigned us pen buddies from a different school in fifth grade. I can't help but chuckle as I read the letter she wrote to me. Until we met, we didn't know each other."
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