Love Letters To The Dead

Love Letters To The Dead

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I stared quietly at the blank sheets of paper on my desk. The pen tapped tapped tapped in my hand. There was only Five Words, Twenty Letters... Love Letters to the dead. Now this is my first one, but what the hell did I get myself into? __________ Hi. I guess I could te you about this so far. My name is Zoe, Age 17. I have high grades at school, but then my teacher picks a random assignement for me in writing class. My favorite. But it was Love Letters To The Dead. When I started sending them, I never put an address to them, just made a paper airplane and blew it out the window. But I guess it found him. But the most unexpected happened. He sent back.
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