Tiffany Chu
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Letters to the Forgotten Ones I Still Love

I suppose normally now would be the moment to place some epilogue of good feeling, of how I see the way God is working, how I’m sure it will all make sense one day, of the good that has come from it. But I do not, and I don’t know why, and in truth, no “why” could ever excuse or justify the pain.
Letters to the Forgotten Ones I Still Love
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