Fred,
Eleven days down. My heart still shatters, looking at that mango tree. It's still young, and fresh.
I remember thinking; would it have made a difference if we never cut that kid's hair off?
Maybe Karma wouldn't have been such a bitch if I had been a bit better. Would anything have changed?
Would Mom and Dad still be here: Laughing with us, telling us stories?
Would everything hurt a little less?
You didn't deserve any of it. You were a good person. And now, you had a good stable job. You had everything you ever wished for, I hope.
You were happy, until I came along to ruin it.
Your vigilante,
Georgie
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