Letter No. 11

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Grayson,

I told myself I wouldn't write. But after what happened today, I couldn't help myself.
It's been 5 months Grayson. Where have you been? It's been so long. You were pronounced dead today. Dead. Everyone gave up on finding you. They are burying an empty casket tomorrow. I don't understand. Why would they give up on you Gray? I would never give on you. Never.
I was asked to speak at your funeral. Even though I disagree with having one, I said I would. I'm doing it for your family. They miss you so much. Everyone misses you.
I miss you.

-Mads

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