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"I'm here to help your first few days easier...if that's possible. I was told that u have a sister?" She asked.
"Yes, her name is Cynthia and she's 6. We're eachothers world, I don't know how I will be able to be here without her." I zei as I started to cry again.
I'm sorry, I can't continue this is too hard to write. I have to go inside now, the avondeten, diner klok, bell is ringing and Nancy will be mad if I am late. I will write meer tomorrow when I have time alone again."
That's all that was written, aparently someone was trying to make this transition easier on me. I thought that...
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