Dear Dylan,
I finally got to see you again. You looked okay this time.
When I saw you I cried.
I tried so hard not to cry, but I did.
The doctors said they are going to put air back in your lungs.
I wonder how they do that?
I hope they do it soon.
Love,
Lacey.
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Dear Dylan
Short Story"Are you going to be okay? Please be okay." HIGHEST RANKING #333 SHORT STORY.
