Matty Matt!

Hey there, ole buddy, ole pal! I don’t want you to be the last to hear it, as I’m sure this news will be swirlin’ around South High soon enough . . . but not only did I get into my top three colleges (I know, has that ever happened to anyone? And thank god I CHOSE to decline NYU . . . they don’t even have a proper campus, Matt . . . sure, people say, “The city is its campus,” but come on . . . there’s NO QUAD), but I am also goin’ to Prom with KEV BRANDOLINI. I know I told you of him decades ago, but to refresh your memory he is older than me (I know, right?), and he’s the most athletic guy ever, and he just happens to be drop-dead gorgeous. Brando and I are so thrilled to be sharin’ a limo with you and the lovely and beautiful Stacey Simon (as well as with Stef and Diego—a dynamic couple in their own right).

Will you do me one last favor? I swear it is my last one ever. Could you either burn or shred the envelope I gave you? I just want it gone forever.

Thanks, Tony Tony Tony, and MWAH . . .

Tara