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how beautiful you are. Second of all, if you ever find that you like me, too, and you fancy a chat—or maybe even a little kiss—I would love to hear from you. Love, J.
     
    I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t print my full name. I know several people at school who read your paper and I know I would never hear the end of it if they saw it.
    Thank you for your time.
    Jeremy
     
    I sat there blinking for several minutes, and even re-read what Jeremy had written. I was immediately drawn to him, and had to find out who he was, so I sat there and wrote a reply.
     
    Dear Jeremy,
     
    I have just read your email and, I must admit, I was immediately taken with your words. You’re only fifteen, but what you said was very heartfelt and mature for someone your age. I, of course, will print this for you, and will endeavour to leave your name out. However, I would love to come and visit you, Jeremy. Could you please let me know which hospital you are in?
     
    Many thanks,
    Tyler O’Shea
    Writer for the Daily London
     
    I sincerely hoped I wouldn’t scare him off. I wanted to meet Jeremy simply because he intrigued me so much. His email touched me and made me appreciate how much I have in my life. It saddened me to think he may only have a short time left. I didn’t know what made him think that way, but I wanted to find out.
    It was when I was just about to get up and make my second cup of coffee that another email came through.
     
    I would love to get a visit from you. I don’t get many visitors. I just didn’t want anyone to find out it was me.
     
    The minute I saw this, I hit REPLY and started typing.
     
    Jeremy, believe me when I say I’m not wanting to see you from a journalistic point-of-view. I would just really like to meet you. I swear, neither your picture nor name will be printed in any of my articles. Unless, of course, you tell me to . 
     
    I hit SEND and waited. I could understand his apprehension, as journalists had quite the reputation. The problem I had with my line of work was that I wasn’t like a vulture. That’s why I always wanted to stick with my own column, interviewing people who wished to be interviewed.
    It wasn’t long before a reply came. I suppose being stuck in the hospital gives you lots of time to kill.
     
    Okay. I’m at St. Francis on Dexter Street. My name is Jeremy Crawlings and I’m in the Benedict Ward. Visiting hours are between 9am – 11am, and then again from 4pm – 6pm. Come whenever you want, but please bring Twiglets with you.
     
    I sat there and laughed at the Twiglets request, but responded that I would do my utmost to fulfil his wish. He must be like me as far as Marmite was concerned. You either loved it or hated it, and I loved the stuff. It seemed Jeremy and I already had one thing in common.
    With the emails dealt with, I decided I would go and do a bit of shopping for tonight’s dinner with Ian. Once I did all that, I could relax a bit before going to visit Jeremy. I was looking forward to meeting him.
    It was when I was about to rush out the door that I had an email alert on my phone. It was from Louisa, so I instantly pulled it up.
     
    Tyler,
     
    You won’t believe what the fuck just happened!! Why aren’t you answering your fucking phone??? Anyway, I’ve just checked my mail and got an invite to the mansion!! Jesus, Tyler, do you realise just how long I’ve waited for this??? It’s for this Saturday and I can bring a friend. You are soooo going with me. If you say you can’t make it, I shall have to beat you and drag you with me.
     
    Louisa xx
     
    I had to laugh. I knew how important this was to her because she had been waiting on a list for months. This “mansion”, as she calls it, is a complete mystery. Every month, a select few got picked to attend a party. It was very strange, but only because no one knew who the hell owned the place. People just got invited, stayed the night if they wanted to, then went home. No speaking with the host,