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Dear H,

I didn't go to school today. I cought a fever. Because of yesterday's milk. I hate it. When mom give me milk to drink, I throw it away. I'm scared. Mom hug me and say its okay. She's there with me. There's no one else in that house. But I'm still afraid. I can saw him. Even in my dream.

Should I give up?













































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