Letter 11

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Dear God,

My best friend, Courtney, came to visit me today.

I hadn't seen her since I found out I was sick.

She told me she wants to help me.

I told her there is nothing she can do.

I'm dying.

She cried.

And you know what, God?

I did too.

Why me, God?

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