Letter Forty-eight
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry to say that this might be my last letter.
Don't worry about me, I'm going to be happy with the people I love.
Stay strong,
I know I will when I expect the fate I cannot escape.
No one can escape fate.
No one.
Love,
Rosie
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