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Dear Matthew,
I'm doing well. It's winter break and my junior year is so close to its end I can hardly believe it. Sometimes I think back to the child I could have brought into the world and it makes me sad.
Maybe, when I graduate, I'll come to live with you?
But, you won't be staying there, will you? You'll leave anyway. I'm guessing you only bought the house to have somewhere to go and call "home", since Alfred is dead and there isn't anything really to do about it. I'm sorry for treading such a dangerous topic, but I can't really tiptoe and dance around it.
Love,
Katrina
