Letter 10

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Dear Quentin,

Do you remember that night?

That one beautiful, horrible night. It's been years since the night we found him lying there dead. Years that I have been trying to forget. I realize now that I don't want to.

You. It was you the whole time and how I didn't see that I'm really not sure but every day, every hour this week, I thought about you.

Damn, I'm so lost. I'm so confused that I'm writing letters to a person that wouldn't want them. I'm writing letters to Q. I'm writing letters not to Quentin, you see, but to the Q I saw on that night. The one that will never exist again.

~ Margo

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