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I'm going to get my cast removed today. After more that two months, my left arm will be free. No more itchy casts covering all of my left arm.
But I don't want to go without you. It hurts like a bitch when they cut off the cast and you won't be there to hold my hand. Remember during high school when I accidentally broke my arm by falling off a tree?
You took me to the hospital, and explained everything to the doctor and held my hand while Charlie and Zora were laughing their asses of behind us, making fun of how much of a pussy I was. Idiots.
But you being the supportive person you are, held my hand throughout the painful procedure. You never left my side, not even for a second. And now I'm scared to go without you. You know how much hospitals scare me.
I would have to ask mom to accompany me, since Charlie will make fun of me if I ask him and Zora doesn't like stepping out of her house anymore. No one is interested in anything these days.
Everyone is miserable without you.
I am miserable too, Oscar. But how do I tell you that?
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