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3 days left ( Noah's third letter for Rose )


Rosie

Step by step,

I'm slowly feeling that my hands that are always
holding yours is disappearing.

It's so scary,

It's as if the warmth l've always felt is turning
cold.

Today, at the Cafe,

I've been holding in tears,

Because I haven't told you yet,

That l'm leaving soon,

Very soon.

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