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Dear diary,
I opened the letter.

I shouldn't have, though. I hated what I read. It was filled with all his lies. But that's not what I hated the most, it's what I did. Stupidly, I gave him another chance. He said we'd meet up but...he never came. I stood there, and as the people walked by and gave me strange looks, inside I told myself to not worry and that soon my father would come and embrace me once again.

But, he didn't.
Ross

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