27th Letter

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Dear Jonah,

We were practically strangers. You didn't even say hello while we passed each other. When did it all became so fucked up? When did our talking, our smiles and laughs stop? It seamed that all that you were was a stranger with all my secrets.

Nyah.

P.S. If you know me, you will figure it out.

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