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Letters to Lisbon
Chapter 5
Dear Lisbon,
I hope that this letter finds you well. I wish that this didn't have to be a one way conversation. I wish that you and I could freely converse without the worry of Abbott catching wind of it. I miss talking to you, but given my current predicament, if you will, this will have to suffice. I like knowing that I can still be with you in some small way. It makes me happy to envision you smiling when you receive my letters.
I decided to try something new today. Some of the children that I befriended wanted to spend the day at the beach, surfing. Turns out I'm really good at it, a natural even. Maybe I've got some Australian-surfer blood in me somewhere.
That being said, it doesn't mean I didn't injure myself. Stop rolling your eyes, Lisbon. I know that's what you're doing. I only got a few minor scrapes and bruises. Nothing a simple patch job couldn't fix.
That in turn reminds me of my apology for this letter. I want to apologize for all the times that I was a bad patient. You know that I'm not a fan of doctors and you always ended up being the one that had to deal with me not liking them. I know that I said you were a bad visitor, but I was just a bad patient. In fact, you were a great visitor. You actually cared enough to come visit me (or you lost a bet) and that means so much to me. For a while after I lost Angela and Charlotte, I thought I was alone and nobody cared for me. Then, I met you. You changed all of that and I will be forever grateful.
Miss you,
Jane
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