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Dear James,

You remember how I always told you that I hated my family gatherings? And how leaving was the best part of it? Yeah, I changed my mind.

That's what death does to you, I guess.

I begged the doctors to let me leave St. Mungo's. I didn't want to die in that crusty room. I think I deserved to leave in my own room. Beside Zappy of course.

My whole family came to visit me. Yes, everyone one of them. Even Aunt Benarie and Uncle Jon. I hope your gasping in shock because if I were you, I would. If your don't remember, they are the two who swore never to return to my house because I put exploding fart bombs on their seats. Gasp now.

It was a bit weird seeing everyone in my room crying their eyes out.

And guess what, I didn't cry.

For the first time in months.

I think I deserve a pat on the back.

I know you think so too.

Love,
Sabrina

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