During the first week or so of school, Mr. Frederickson has us write a very short paper -- "What It Means to Be 16." We then sealed them up and waited until the last day of school in which he had us read them if we wished. I don't remember why, but I choose not to read mine that day. I just found it, and opened it and read it. I'd like to share
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You're a good man patrick. I mean that.
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I just found my letter yesterday too, and opened it and read it.
It seems to be quite similar to yours, maybe I'll post it sometime.
BTW, we need to see each other! I've missed having you to kid around with!!
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