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Dear Tristin,
I don't know why I'm still writing to you. It's been nine months, and I haven't gotten a single reply. I think it's because you're keeping me alive, although at the same time you're killing me slowly.
Riley isn't going to school anymore. She stays in her room. She's barely eating.
Tristin, I'm worried.
Everything is falling apart.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Love,
Ace
