. . . wherever you are . . . it's hard to believe that it was only five months, today, since you disappeared. It seems like forever. Every day is like waking up from a bad dream, but the bad dream doesn't end with waking up. It just continues. Going to bed every night, it's still there, that bad dream.
Will we ever wake up from this bad dream?
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