One day there will be questions I can't answer. "Who is he?" I wish she could know. I wish things were better. We both hate the snow. My fingers tremble over the keyboard. Your name stares me down... You've no idea what I've endured. They parade me around like a clown-- Like a goddamned freak. No one believes me, only the lie. I'm sorry that I'm too weak. I can't do this anymore. I just want to
I won’t. For Cece. For Berto.
Please find me after your birthday–we can’t move forward until then.
I love you.
– Amora N.
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