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[sweetvlady]

An excerpt from a letter to my penpal dated August 16th, 2007:

On the bus, going home after a surprise visit to my grandmother's.  My grandmother is such a complicated person -- to understand, to relate to, to relate with.  We sat in her one-bedroom apartment together and wept.  For ourselves, not for one another.  Now that you're turning nineteen,

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[icantkickmyself]

i wanted to keep reading, but it ended. write a book? by the way, happy birthday that was on th 17th. hope it was fantastic.

[__umbrellaeyes]

this is soooooo well written. it makes me wish i was a part of it.