Letter Eighteen.

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Dear Death,
They took her away.
The police people, they took her away.
I trusted them, dad trusted me.
He reacted better than I thought.
Although, he seemed a bit disappointed.
Sad, because I didn't tell him how much she was hurting me.

Anyway, the hospital people said that she was going to be "Gone for a long time."
They kept on trying to help me, make me happy.
Do they really care?

I'm so happy Death, so, so happy.

Love,
Hope Morris.

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