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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
Lucy Christopher
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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
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In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
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