Mags Atol

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Dear Children

Don't be stupid and cry over me. You stronger than that. Don't be silly. You and I both know why me volunteered. The cause is right.

I know you probably crying now. Don't. Although I will miss your funny jokes Alora. I don't know if I will survive this.

Well I'll keep this brief. Goodbye. Don't mourn me. This old bag of bones don't need no life anymore.

Love,

Your Mother Mags 

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