Dear Nate Hawk,
My communist king, I heard you are leaving us. I don’t even know what to say to you. I just feel blindsided, betrayed, lied to. I don’t know if The Print can go on without our Fundraising Chair. We were nothing but good to you. We even stopped calling you Ned.
Who will be our token male now? Who will wear the cute little print outfit? Who will cowrite random articles with Cece Campbell? Who will be Chloe’s pookie? Her motivational partner? I just don’t think we can go on without you, Nate.
You cheated on us with tech class, too! That was a punch right to the gut. What does Tech give you that we can’t? I just can’t believe you’d rather be locked in the basement than up in Lamptown with us.
Well, I mean, after all this, can we at least stay friends?
Love,
The Print
