Week 17 and 18

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Dear you,

I've found a new place. It wasn't too far from the cemetary or my workplace. It was a two bedroom but only one of them was furnished. It had a kitchen and living room - everything I needed. I'd brought some of your things with me in the move. Some that were too presious to leave behind. The ring and photographs, for example. I even brought your favourite stuffed toy and your recipie book that you swore by (even though I'm not much of a cook.) I don't know why I couldn't let those items go and yet I could leave the old flat. After living there for three years you'd think it would be the last thing to leave. But it was one of the first. Wednesday lunch is still reserved for you and flowers. I can't forget you yet.

Love, Roxanne.

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