Letter 5

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Dear God,

I can't believe I am about to say this.

But I am sick of being home.

I miss school.

I miss my friends.

I miss having something to do other than sit around and be sick.

People send me their prayers.

But that's not what I need.

What I need to be is not sick.

Why me, God?

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