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dear ivo,

i found my mum crying in her room the next night.

"mum, what's wrong?" i asked her. she didn't answer so i walked in.

"what's wrong with me?" i asked her after a coughing fit. "why am i like this?"

she just shook her head and kept crying. something was in her hands. it looked like paper. i pried it from her fingers and read it.

the moment i read those first four sentences, i dropped the paper, running out of the room and out the front door of the house.

truly,

teddy

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