letter thirty five

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Dear mother,
I'm sitting here alone....

I set my notebook down and sigh. The door swings open and guys who's standing there. The man I hate and love. Jace.
"Jade we need to talk."
"Make it quick." I reply.
"I've been hiding something from you."
"And what is that?"
"The day we kissed I left to see my sister I saw my father there. And Jade he told me something that will hurt you.."
"What is it?"
"My father killed your father."

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