-Entry 97-

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The writing is shaky and it was clearly rushed. A few tear drops for the page.

Dear journal,

I just got a call. I'm rushing to the hospital now. I can't believe it. I can't process the words they told me through the phone. They called me first. I was the first contact.

I can't. . . I can't. . . I should've been there. Maybe I could've done something.

Maybe I could've saved my sister.

-Nyo!Hungary

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