Letter seventeen

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Dear bully,

I don't want to go to school. But you made me.

My appetite has grown since the doctors appointment and everyone is concerned. I'm scared.

What if they find out?

I'm only a month in and you could kind of see it. But not as much. What will happen in few months when it's so clear? You said you would protect me but how can you protect me if people will think the same of me to you. I mean come on you made this baby with me.

Your just as bad as me.

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