Dear Billy
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Last published Fri, Mar 6, 2020
Most of my readers don't know but I lost my father at a young age very suddenly. it affected me my whole life and I still cry about it to this day I remember every moment I was with him. when he was in jail I would write him occasionally when something big happened in my life. Billy. His birthday is coming up. December 20th and I wanted to celebrate his memory by rewriting my letters to my father. other than my fathers I used fake names for everybody in this story
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