Summer of Promises
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I gripped the package that was in my hand. Hands shaking, I tried to open it. I just couldn't bring myself to open it. Not here. Not now. It was her writing. I knew her writing like the back of my hand. The only thing was, it couldn't be her writing. It couldn't be her writing because she wasn't here. She wasn't alive.
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