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Dearest boy in heaven,

Do angels dream?

Last night I dreamt of you trying on the different shirts for our field trip when we were in 4th grade. You couldn't choose so I helped you. I said that you looked perfect with gray.

You loved gray since then. So did you want me to love it too?

By making my world so dull without you?

I hate gray.

I hate you.

I hate you for leaving me.

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