Dear Avelio,
I miss you. I miss practicing your math facts before those dumb time tests we used to take. Or making sure you did those stupid spelling sheets right. I miss how the teacher always put us togther because we just fit. I remember the time when you came up and told you that you couldn't have a birthday party, I hugged you and told you it would be okay. I didn't know what was wrong with you, hell no one knew what was wrong with you. I'm sorry you had to go. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I miss you. I wish it would have been me instead of you.
I miss you. I miss practicing your math facts before those dumb time tests we used to take. Or making sure you did those stupid spelling sheets right. I miss how the teacher always put us togther because we just fit. I remember the time when you came up and told you that you couldn't have a birthday party, I hugged you and told you it would be okay. I didn't know what was wrong with you, hell no one knew what was wrong with you. I'm sorry you had to go. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I miss you. I wish it would have been me instead of you.
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