Love Letter #8

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James,

I saw you at the coffee shop. I ran to you, but I think she saw me, and got you in the car. I wonder if you saw me.

I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I ran out of toilet paper.

There is no easy way. It gets harder each day.

I think there is something wrong with me.

 

Jude.

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