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In Canada, March 9 2017, a fatal car crash left 15 passengers, and a 16 year old girl -comatose- in the hospital. How this 16 year old girl's life ties with someone who is a year younger than her, is up to you to find out.
Ellen,
My dear sister, how are you this day? I know I could've just sent you a text but I'm pretty obsessed with how people send letters back in the day. Me and a friend had taught a pigeon we bought from somewhere how to send letters to people, it's called pigeon homing I think. Business here is fine. We're actually going on a business trip to meet with a potential partner for both our business. I'd like to apologize for not visiting you, mom and Apollo, it's just that everyday there is always a bunch of work I have to do here. But I do have a surprise for all of you: If the business partnership goes well, our boss might consider for me to have a short vacation back home! •insert your clapping here• I'm so happy and excited to see you again, my little baby. I had such a bad dream that something happened bad happen to you. I miss you.
Sincerely,
you already know who it is.
[EDITING IS ON SESSION OML I SUCK AT WRITING]
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