Dear Emma,
She was burned.
We released her ashes into the sea.
It reminded me of, you know...
I don't like to talk about it.
You know that.
I thought I would drink more.
Maybe take more pills.
But I haven't done either.
I could have been that driver.
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
