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Dear Chris,

the last two months were like hell. Wait... Actually, hell cannot be that bad. Where are you? Why did you leave me? I need you!

I don't know what to do. They find me everywhere. I cannot even count my bruises and my parents get suspicious but I don't want them to worry. I just want to graduate. Eight months. It's so far away. Yesterday they broke my arm. You know I'm good at lying. The doctor believed me I felt down the stairs.

Eight long months...

Luna

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