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Send ✘ for an unsent owl
October 20th, 1997
Dear Leanne,
I feel lonely, Le. There’s nothing to do here better than look at the window and seeing people come and go all day long. Of course I get time to read and write but I wish I could go outside, go to you.
Do you remember that time when we finished practice and stayed in the benches and we talks and laughed until the sun went down? I think of that when I feel lonely. It comforts, knowing that there was a time when life was easier and the only worry we had was who was going to invite us to the ball, or how well we did in our classes or who would win the Quidditch Cup this year. My mind goes back to those simple days and how you made them extraordinary with your laugh and your jokes.
I hope you are alright, I pray everyday that you and Anthony and everyone is alright. I’m not sure if you decided to stay or you left when things got dark but I just hope you had found the strenght within you to get by. You have always been the strong one, always lifting me up when things get bad. I wished you were here, Le. You would help me get by. But, that’s a privilege I can’t have, that’s a luxury I can’t take. Because this letter would never get to you and you’d be better off without it.
Always with love,
Sue Li