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The Letter
Angela carefully spread it out and began to read, her heart hammering in her chest. The letter was dated twenty-five years ago, a year before her father’s death. It started simply, “To my dearest Angela, my apple blossom,” and launched into a heartfelt recounting of her childhood. Memories flooded back as Angela read, her father’s voice seeming to echo in her ears with every word she read.
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