My letter

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August 5, 2012 by Colleen Morris

Today while I packing, I came across a copy of a letter that I wrote when I was 12 years old to my best friend in New Jersey. She saved my letters and gave me this copy for my 30th birthday six years ago. Of course, I couldn’t even read it out loud when I found it today, as the memories came gushing back. It doesn’t matter what age you are when you move– you will always, always miss and love your best friends.

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