Letter sixteen

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Dear Harry,
I want to call this the end, but for you it's not the end. For you it's nothing. You don't know about this, you have no idea this is going to be the end for me.
I'm glad you don't know though, because I feel like you would hurt too much if you knew. And that you'd blame yourself even though it's not your fault at all.
Something makes me think that every time a fan committs you blame yourself, but you shouldn't. You and the boys are the reason those girls and me myself kept going for so long.

Love, Florence.

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