May 4, 2059

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Cold. Everything is cold. My throat burns. Heart is pounding.

Diego was through the glass. His eyes are as beautiful as I remembered. More beautiful than all of Jupiter. I'm sorry I was not here. I'm so sorry. You deserved better, so much better. I don't deserve him.

Take care of him Dad. I love you.

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