Chapter 9

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Dear Josh,

I tried to make you promise today, but you just cried.

I cried too.

We sat on my bed for hours crying.

It was horrible.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

I just have six months left to live.

I want to live longer.

But I can't.

Death is inevitable.

Love,
Rachel

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