Dear Flora,

It's a new year and a new me. Astraea is now 2 and I am now 20. You would be 20 just four months ago, you were a month after me, in August.

Flora is out and about according to Mary. She saw her at a party with some boy with jet black hair and a gold chain. It reminded me of Aiden. I always knew he was in love with you.

Would you be mad at me if I moved on? I don't want too, but Amber said i had too. Amber is my new therapist. I got rid of the middle age Barbie looking bitch.

I love you until I die, and then I will find you in heaven and we shall marry again. Is that a bit crazy and weird? I know. I'm drunk.

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