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I miss you so much that it feels like half of me is gone. I cry myself to sleep every night and I am so sad that nothing tastes good. I keep thinking about things that I want to tell you, about my crazy brothers, about our new cow who we call Mabel, and most of all town news.
So consider this letter your official hometown newspaper. We’ll call it the The Girl Gazette.
I miss you so much that it feels like half of me is gone. I cry myself to sleep every night and I am so sad that nothing tastes good. I keep thinking about things that I want to tell you, about my crazy brothers, about our new cow who we call Mabel, and most of all town news.
So consider this letter your official hometown newspaper. We’ll call it the The Girl Gazette.