THE MISSING LETTERS
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Tears rolled down her cheeks as she read the letter with trembling hands.
"If you're reading this, someone kept my letters from you. I never stopped loving you-not even for one day."
The words blurred as another tear fell onto the faded paper.
"No..." she whispered.
"No... this can't be true."
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