Dear Laura,
I don’t. I don’t know how. You made it disappear, so I never had to do anything about it. Now, it just kind of builds up until it bursts out of me in a lash of anger. I don’t know what else to do.
I wish you had taught me how to take care of it. Actually, I wish you were here to make my problems go away again.
Thank you, though, for all your support.
Eternally,
Petrarch
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