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June 28, 2014

Dear Zayn,

I miss you. I've been wearing your clothes around the house and the boys keep giving me that look. Louis and Harry even tried taking everything of yours out of our room while I wasn't in the room. It took a lot of screaming and tears to get them out of the room. Your things in the room make me feel like your here. At night, I sleep with your clothes and cry. I don't remember getting any sleep in the past four days. I just keep seeing you in that casket when I close my eyes. It haunts me...that night. It's all my fault. I love you, Zaynie. I miss you. Why is life so unfair?

Your leprechaun,

Ni

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