Dear…
Well… I don't know if it's a good thing or not, but I guess that hole in my stomach didn't stop me from hiding. They never found me and even though I'm right here in the open, they still haven't.
Three years… Three…
It took me forever to realize that three years wasn't long enough. I'm still alive… and so are YOU…
You're probably thinking the same thing. You're in so much agony right now, that you hate the fact that three years of no words from me didn't kill you. I'm sorry but they HAVE found me. And it takes money to fly out of here to America; to my life.
Please… I don't WANT to kill you. But I'm some one else's dog now. Just a Stray…
My Sincerest Regards,
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