Five Months

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Dearest Adam,

Five months, nearly have a year in which you've been missing.

The sailors told me to keep my hopes up and that you may turn up. But I fear the cold got the better of you and I have lost you.

A part of me begins to believe that you are dead, but I should know better. You wouldn't let a little cold get to you.

Love,
Your Jenna

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