An Open Letter to...
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Última publicación mié, oct 19, 2016
I have noticed a few other people creating "An Open Letter to" stories, and I feel as though this is a great idea to get my emotions and thoughts out. So THIS WAS NOT AN ORIGINAL IDEA. I'm not sure who started doing this, but these letters that I am writing ARE MINE.
Thanks!!! And now onto opening some letters...
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