"Hey It's Me, Evan"
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Wed, Jan 24, 2018
"Hey, I know we haven't talked in like, forever. It's just been a busy year with me moving out. I hope you're alright, Zoe." I hold back tears as I say her name, "I heard that your funeral was good, they said that your favorite flowers were hung everywhere." I silently count to ten, "I'll talk to you soon, goodbye."
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