Letter 11

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Jack.
Today at school you called me an attention seeking loser. You told the whole school that I was pretending to be sick, that I am just sick in the head. When I walked away, you grabbed my wrist ever so lightly and it bruised automatically, and then you squeezed and I heard a crack. I went home early. My right wrist YOU grabbed. It's broken. And not just a hairline fracture. Really broken. Snapped. The doctor asked what I did I just said that I tripped over a tree root. I won't tell anyone.
-your ex best friend,
Beth

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