Dear Abby,
I miss you. I haven't seen you in 6 years. I hope you're okay. Remember sitting on your roof and staring at the stars? That was your safe-haven. That and writing. God girl, I miss you. I wish you were still here. But I understand. You had to get away from him. I wish we had a chance to say goodbye.
I love you, Abby. You're still my friend.
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