June 19th, 2014

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Dear Maeve,

I'm on the bus right now. It's going to be a three hour drive to Toronto. I wish you were sitting in the seat beside me. I miss you. I really with I could take back what I said to you, but I can't. The past will stay the past.

How are you? I'm so worried that you went through so much trouble, and you aren't happy where you are. I'll try to have fun today. I mean, you weren't my only friend, but you were my only best friend.

What if I meet a boy on this trip? Just like we planned? And he'd fall in love with me? We'd get married, and grow old together. I doubt that would happen. I'm too socially awkward to talk to anyone other than you. And even when you lived beside me, you did most of the talking. That's how it should be.

I'm going to try and get some rest on the bus. I'll write to you again, as soon as I can.

I miss you.

Love,  Grace.

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