Love Letters I begged my parents not to leave not to move again for the fifth time, I was pleading until the day I left. It was no use that big orange and white truck reading U-Haul on the side of it, that I have seen so many times before pulled up to the stoop. Having no choice I hopped up in to the truck, looking out the side of the rear view mirror hoping he would show up. We were just about to leave when all of a sudden I could hear his gel wheels over the pebbles and see his dark curls bouncing…
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