Dear Lizzie,
You would've been seventeen today. We'd have ridden to the market on our bikes and gotten that red velvet cake from the bakery that you loved.
I tried going to get it for you, but I didn't even make it past the door.
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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
