My beautiful sister, I miss you every day, but I know your struggle is over, your pain now gone. I will never read your novel, because it never got written anywhere but inside your head, and it annoys me that you were taken so quickly and unexpectedly. Next year sometime, we will move, finally out of this council area, and we will have your tree... a pink lady apple.
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