letter eleven

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to, robin.

to be honest, i don't even know why i'm still writing these letters.

it's not like you'll ever see them. i guess it makes me feel better. i like writing to you, even if you're not here to read what i say about you.

i've never thought bad about you, robin. not once. not ever.

from, nancy.

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