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Dear Jay... [2]
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Dear Hannah,
I don't understand. I saw your letter to me on the desk. Are you on something? I'm right here. Every morning I'm in bed with you...but you seem so cold all the time. Why don't you talk to me anymore? And what do you mean, 'at my funeral'? I'm not dead! And I don't think my mom said that to you, she couldn't have. Seriously. I don't know whats wrong, but I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow. Actually, I'll go call him right now.
I love you too. -Jay
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| On March 24th 2008 rebeldork2 Said : | |
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I really like it pkzz keep me posted |


