Eighth letter

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363 days since you left.
Today your aunt called me, she asked me if I wanted to say some words in church in your honor, of course i said yes.
You always said you weren't afraid of death, and we always joked about how I was way older even though we were born the same day, just a few hours apart. You said you were really young and I was old and I was gonna die first, that I was gonna be old and you were going to remain young. Remember how we planned going on trips together? When we planned on how we were going to build our houses, and our weddings? I wish that can come true.

I really miss you.
-April

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