Letter 36

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Dear God,

I can’t even go home.

It’s too risky getting on a plane.

It’s no use driving because I wouldn’t even make it all the way.

At least my whole family is with me.

And Jack.

Poor Jack.

He has to go through this twice.

He doesn’t deserve this.

I don’t deserve this.

Why me, God?

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