Broken walls

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Wynter sat on the bed kicking his legs back and forth in the run down home. Pale skin, dark black hair and redish brown eyes. His room beaten up, and old. He saw something he'd never seen before, he saw a little hole in the wall. Something that resembled a spy hole or something that an animal had chewed. He stood up walking slowly, floor creaking as he stepped. He reatched the hole and peeked through.

He pulled out something that looked like it could've been there for ages among ages. A box and a letter... he stared at it curiously. He opened it revealing a roll of money. The letter read:
Dear Aria,
My dearest Aria, i send this to you in deepest condollances. I'm truly sorry for your loss of Jared. If you ever need anything write me back soon. Send it to 501 wilmingdale Rd. P.s your brother lives here with me aswell as your sister.
Sincerly, your Dad

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