Letter 11
Dear K,
You were my twin. You were the Fred to my George. We were an unbreakable team. The one suggestion I have for you is to think about the impact of your words before you speak them. You tend to act on first impulse, and I definitely did to. But please K, your words haven't seriously wounded someone yet, but I have cried myself to sleep repeatedly over the echo of words that were never meant to be harmful. I'll miss you dearly, but everyone must be separated at one point or another right?
Observe the effects,
Z.
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