'Dear Anya, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I never meant for it to happen. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I wish I could-' Alexis heard a snap. She looked down. Her pencil broke. Alexis realized that she had been pressing her pencil up against the paper super hard. Alexis was nervous. After all, she was writing to the dead. Alexis got up from her bed and closed her journal. She sharpened her pencil quickly and opened her journal, took a deep breath and started writing. ' I wish I could say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I murdered my best friend.'
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Letters To My Dead Friend
РазноеShe didn't mean for it to happen, it happened on its own
