Dear Luke,
I dropped out of school. the practices were quick enough, but the Administration has turned a blind eye due to my special situation. I don't mind getting out of the loony bin. I had tight time friendships. Of course, I shall be sorry to leave Mary, Ivy and Anne, but if they care about me will be live. I miss you, anyway. My mom continues to pray for me and crying. She believes that God can save me or cure me from cancer, but there isn't God. If there was, I wouldn't be sick. Anyway. I watched a few flight to New York, but they cost so much. I try to get to the hospital if there is any association which helps economically terminally ill in these matters. I don't want to weigh my mom. Wow, the word Terminal is a bit scary. Do you think it hurts to die?
Yours, Lexi.
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Last Year - Irh → EV
Short StoryWhere a girl with cancer decides to write a letter a day for her ex-boyfriend. Dear Luke, today I found out that I had the cancer. The doctor says that I am only a year to live. I swear, it will be the best year ever and I'll tell you about it every...
