One Year and Three Months

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Dearest Adam,

They found your ship crashed on an island nearby where you lived. The sailors say they searched the island and you were no where to be found.

Now they say I must arrange your funeral.

The war is only getting worse and closer. I wish you were here so we could escape this madness. A year and three months but I still love only you.

Love,
Your Jenna

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