A letter to my friend
.Hello. How for a long time, she from our friends and others, like yourself, hope new would be comfortable. 3 years. But like everything just happened yesterday. One, you know what?Wrong to this day, if that day, we don't work and not rescheduled. To celebrate กันวัน. In that day, that the incident will not happen. Just a few days we'll meet.Again, in the day to celebrate graduation. But it will become the only tears? One heart. No celebrate anything, but look to get her from the hospital, and must wait took her autopsy. Thoroughly.More importantly, she, she's not breathing. We really don't care what is really that she killed herself, or was murdered, but we are confident that you. Must not commit suicide. Otherwise, the day she called to tell us that
."Act. We're sick, I'll see you next Tuesday."
.Now everything is springing up in memory until we cry again. We miss you, man. We're wrong. We reschedule her. We're sorry, really sorry!The heaven, he dressed up? Will dress up too, right? She would have to dress up. Stay in comfortable. Then one where there are no tears, no suffering, no sad again. We ask.
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