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paragraph has made me feel better! I’d like to get this going again.
    Love,
    Mandy

    July 18
    Mandy, I’m sorry I’ve let you down but there’s nothing I can do about it. You wouldn’t understand — and you wouldn’t want to know, believe me. Let’s forget the whole thing, OK?
    Tracey

    July 20
    Come on Trace, give me a bit of credit. You know, looking back, I trusted you from the start and I don’t think you ever trusted me at all. Try me now — you might be surprised.
    M.

    July 30
    Dear Trace,
    Well no-one can say I don’t try. I’ve thought of five thousand reasons why all this might have happened but I don’t have a clue.
    Third term’s started. There’s so much work. Trouble is, all the students want to be slack, because they know they’ve got to work hard next year, but all the teachers want us to start now.
    What school do you go to? You could be at Prescott High under another name I suppose, but somehow I don’t think so.
    What mark did you get for the essay about your grandmother? That part was real, wasn’t it? I can tell. Hope you got a big juicy A.
    In your last real letter you asked what my parents do. Well, my mother’s a reference librarian at the State Library and my father’s a wardsman at St Francis’ Hospital, which is only about one k away from here.
    And you asked whether I like country music. Well I don’t much, although a couple of them are OK.
    Hope you’re OK but I’m not too sure that you are. Something tells me you’re in bad shape. I care a lot about what happens to you. So, take care.
    Love,
      Mandy

    August 1
    Mandy,
    OK wise guy, you asked for it, you want to keep snooping around my life I’ll tell you the truth but you’re not going to like it. You heard of Garrett? Well if you haven’t I’ll tell you. It’s a maximum security place, where they put you if you’re bad, and if you’re worse than bad they put you in A Block, and that’s where I am and that’s where I’ve been for eleven months and that’s where they’re going to try to keep me for a long time yet, but not if I have any say they won’t. So now fuck off and get out of my life.

    Aug 10
    Well, that sure worked didn’t it? Thought it would. Now you know why I never told you in the first place. So thanks for proving me right.

    August 15
    Tracey, that’s not fair. I’ve started about ten letters since you finally wrote, but I couldn’t finish any. None of them seemed right. I don’t know if this’ll finish in the rubbish tin like the others. I don’t have a clue what to say. Your letter blew me away. I admit that. But at least now I can guess why you put the ad in, and I can see why you didn’t tell the truth about where you were.
    I looked up Garrett in a telephone directory and a street directory and I’ve been trying to find out a bit about it. But it’s not easy.
    I honestly don’t know what to write. I think all I can do is send this off and hope you’ll answer. And I really hope you do.
    See you,
          Mandy

    Aug 19
    I don’t know what to write either. I only put the ad in as a joke, one day when I was sitting round with nothing to do (like every day). I never meant it to end up like this.
    Keep writing if you want. But don’t expect much back. I wouldn’t know what to say.
    Tracey

    August 24
    Dear Tracey,
    Thanks for writing back. I’m still in a state of shock, I admit, but something makes me keep writing. I’m curious about you of course — don’t be offended — it’s just that I thought I was getting to know you and now I find I don’t know you at all. And I do feel ripped-off, because there I was pouring my heart out to you, and now I wonder if you’ve been laughing at me and showing my letters to your mates so they could all share the joke.
    I don’t think you would, mind you, because I still think I know you a bit, but it’s a matter of trust I guess.
    So what’s the true story?
    I thought I’d bring you up to date with what’s happening in my