Dear God,
You sent someone.
Her name was Emma.
All she did was stare at me while I was hooked up to my IVs.
I am grateful that you sent her, but I would like to return her, she is not my friend.
Please help.
-Alice
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Letters From Alice
Short StoryDear God, I am dying, I know I am. Why me? Why me? Why me? The real question is, why anyone? How could something so small kill a person. That's the thing about life though; its small. I pray that it will all go away. I don't think my praying has he...
