Dear Lizzie,
The school set up amemorial for you. It's in that big glass cabinet—the empty one right near themain office. It's full of messages people have left for you, and in the middle,there's a big framed picture of you smiling. I took that picture last Christmas. You were so happy back then, remember? I do. It's the only thing Iremember when I walk past it.
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Dear Lizzie
Short StoryDear Lizzie, Everyone says you’re gone. But you can’t be—you’re Lizzie. You just can’t. But you really are, aren’t you? // letters written by a girl who just wants her best friend back
