Part Two: Chapter One Hundred One

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My Dearest Family,

I know what you think of me. I know I'm just a messed up girl who didn't know how to handle her grief. I know that you see me as some depressed, washed-up, druggie, and I get that. But know that I'm sorry, and that I love you.

Know that I am aware you don't agree with any of the decisions I've made, and although I don't have any good reason beside being overrun with grief, I hope you can find it in your heart to one day, forgive me for the damage I have done.

Kat

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