September 18, 1995

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Dear You,

Dad came and got all of his stuff from the house today. Alexia hasn't been home in in several days. Mom won't talk to anyone. She just sits out on the porch and looks out, smoking and drinking to forget.

We all miss you.

We're falling apart.

Come back? Please.

I need you.

We all do.

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