

Dear You Today I put all of your things in a box. I don't know what I am going to do with it now. I don't want to throw it away, but I don't want to keep it either. Maybe I should hide it in the back of my closet. Or give it to a friend. Or give it to you. Your sweatshirt is in there. It is with our prom and semi formal pictures. And that picture that we took at the mall when we were being goofs. I still remember that day. We went to Sears and jumped on all the beds. We made a plan that if some salesperson yelled at us we would tell them that were were looking for a bed for our new apartment. If only those kids could seeDear You
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