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Dear whatever,
         This is pathetic. This girl doesn't have any friends, it's almost sad. She's still here I guess. She wants me to tell you... Oh who am I kidding! She's slowly dying! Ah, how I enjoy this!

The next part is written in red ink.... I hope....

It's too late.

-Whatever

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