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Dear Ing,
I just felt the need to write to you.
It's awkward to begin. I feel like I need to speak to you, somehow. I'll make a copy of this somehow, and send it out by owl to drop somewhere. Maybe in the ocean. You'd like that, wouldn't you? The Mediterranean.
I wish you were here for me with Wini. I've taken her to Mums the past few days. Mum is telling me to give her up, to you. But I don't know that I can do that, Ing. I don't know that I can let go of her. What would you do? What would you HAVE me do? I wish I could hear you. I feel so powerless without you. Whenever you would talk about having a huge family, I knew that we would be able to handle it. The war would end, I could go back to Puddlemere, and you could go on building that family that I had never known I would be anxious for. And now I'm back on Puddlemere, and you're gone.
Dammit, Ing. The war is over, but you aren't here. You died, and then it ended, and now you will never get to help rebuild the world the way you wanted it. I'll do my best. I'm going to stand with the Ministry and see that things get under control, and see that Wini is protected from all the things that happened to you.
I'll always love you, Ing.
Ol
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