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*parchment may appear to be slightly tear-stained, especially near the end*
Dearest Ron -
We've had a long talk this past weekend, and there's something that's still on my mind. I love you very -very- much, but I think that my mind won't let me be at peace until it's convinced that it's given you a real chance to be as carefree a teenager as you can be. I don't -want- to do this, but my mind won't let go. It breaks my heart, and I really need to talk to you about this. I'm losing sleep over it, and the only reason I'm not crying is because I'm forcing myself to stay busy.
Even if you don't take the chance, the opportunity to be free from responsibility, I still need to have given it to you. Please? The thought that it is my fault you had to grow up before your time would make me cry if I let myself cry. I... *doesn't finish the note as she can't keep her thoughts together*
Typist: I -honestly- don't know what's going on with her. I really don't get it. I've tried lecturing her, I've tried reasoning with her, but she won't -listen-. I am -so- sorry!