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By now, Peter is be opening up his precious box to reveal my neat little letter on the top of his stack with all my inheritance and my heart-felt writing. It won't make up for the pain it would bring him but, it is enough to enable him to live comfortably and do something useful with his life.
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The wind is picking up speed, as if it is nudging me to jump. This is my signal. I threw myself to the wind as I plummeted towards the icy cold water calling to me. The last thing that crossed my mind was the little boy, Peter, who's crushed and probably scarred for life. He is strong; he will get through it. My body was dunked into the freezing water.
I'm relieved of my sins now.
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Letters To Heaven
Short StoryMeet Leanora, she's a crazy lady who is the slightest bit overprotective of her possessions. By 'slightly overprotective' I mean she will full on rip your eyes out if you so as much glance at her strawberry cake with a smidge of interest. So what ha...
