Letter No. 3

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Grayson,

I went looking for you last night. I took my flashlight and walked through the woods, like we used to. But instead of the laughing I used to do there, I cried. I have been crying so much lately Grayson. I cry more than I sleep. I never smile either. It hurts too much.
I don't want to live anymore Grayson,
Not without you.

-Mads

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