Dear Emma,
She was driving us.
We had agreed to both be sober.
But the other driver hadn't.
He killed her.
He didn't survive, either.
I kind of wish he had.
So he could see what he'd done.
Love,
Laura
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Love, Laura
Short StoryDear Emma, I just got wasted. Again. I know I promised. I'm sorry. Love, Laura