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A letter sits crumpled up in a corner across her room in the Leventi house, as if it has been thrown across the room.
I miss you.
I hate you.
What is your problem?
Can we just talk, please?
I don't know why you're mad at me when I'm the one who is supposed to be mad.
I thought you loved me.
I miss you.
We need to talk.
I love you. Please come back.
I don't know how to start this letter. I just...I don't think I've ever gone so long without talking to you on purpose and I feel like a piece of me is missing. It feels wrong.
I miss you.
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