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Josh,

God I fucking miss you.

Its now Wednesday. People are coming up to me and Smith asking questions. We tell them the good news. We tell them that there a chance you'll make it out of this and it keeps rising.

Its not entirely a lie. I mean, you do have a chance of living. Its just not rising. Its actually not changed. Well not significantly. You're at 50%. That's better than 45%.

Smith and I haven't left each other sides since yesterday. I can't handle the questions myself and neither can he. It helps that we have every class together.

I wonder if the teachers planned this. If they did, I'll kill all of them.

I'm not even sorry.

I'll see you after school, love.

- Kaylee.

yall take ten fucking years. no more goals cuz i wanna continue this already. <3

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