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I got you one for your birthday so very long ago. I loved your words, all of them. The ones in your cubby and the ones you wrote to me. They were as beautiful as you yourself were. Your emails used to light up my entire day.
I wish I still had them, but I couldn’t bear to look at them after that night in February, the last time I’d ever see you. My dumb heart insisted on an answer. I’m sorry it ended our friendship.
Will you ever forgive me?
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