Dear Rupert Grint,
I think you're swell. You have red hair, a lovely accent and you're awesome. I wish to meet one day. Maybe marry you. Move off to Ireland where we'll fit in. You know, cause we have red hair. Then we will ADOPT ten kids have a reality show. "Rupert and Addie, and the Laddies." It'll be great. You'll be funny and cute and rich, and I'll never have to work. And the reality show money will help get our kids through college. And then when the last is gone, we can be that cute little couple that owns a bookshop or something. With a coffee shop inside. Because we're awesome.
Hope you don't mind that I already planned out your life,
Addie(:
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