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Dear Anneliese Richter,

My mama says I have horrible handwriting, and bad grammar so forgive me if I make a mistake, okay?

I see you across the street playing with your friends sometimes, and I'm too shy to talk to you because you're so pretty with an orange trench coat on with a white hat or two pigtails coming out of your head on both sides. I'm the short boy who lives in that shaggy house with the red door and blue doorknob. My mama chose the colours so they're a bit ugly! But don't tell her I said that! I'll get a can of whoop-ass!

I saw you last week, but I don't see you anymore. My name is Lukas - the one and only Lukas Podolski. I'm from Cologne; and they're not the ones that our papas sprays. I have cancer, and I wear a hat all the time. You never see me take it off, and that's because I keep losing hair from chemotherapy.

But I'll get better, right? My mama sure says so. I have very few friends because of this illness, and my classmates think I'm ugly because I have cancer. Do you think I'm ugly, Anneliese Richter?

They all say I'm going to die.

Am I going to die? I have faith though. But is that enough to pull me through? Please write back to me soon.

Yours truly,

Lukas P.

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