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I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the makeup running down your face.

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dear luke,

the day you figured out that you had to leave for your family, you were crying so much. you ran up to me at my house, cried into my shoulder and kept mumbling about having to leave to America. it broke my heart to see you cry like that but it broke even more when I realized you said you were leaving. but the worst part was when I saw makeup running down your face and you had a black eye. of course I asked you why. you told me you tried to fight back for us and of course the others too. you told me your dad got so mad when you refused to move that he punched you and said it was final. I hope you and your dad are fine now.

-m.c.

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