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dear emily.

today i was looking through my draws and i found something,

a week before you died you came over and stayed the night.

do you remember that?

i found the necklace you were wearing.

when i recognised it was yours i cried.

i fucking cried.

every little memory of you makes me do nothing but cry.

im sorry.

sincerely adam.

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