Dear you.

I thought that you were mature enough not to believe those rumors, but the universe likes to pit itself against me. In simple English, since you probably failed the subject, that means that you are shockingly dense.

Perhaps you weren't talking about me. That's fine. But you were talking about an acquaintance of mine, and no one talks about my friends. You can laugh all you want in that unfitting manner of yours, with your eyes squinting behind glasses and your mouth open in an unsightly fashion.

I hope you have a nice holiday.

And you, dear friend, have some explaining to do. Who told you? Who else knows? Why is this happening? Did you tell anyone else, maybe a best friend? You know who you are.

I shall not say anything. It is up to you to break the silence.