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Love, your daughter.

Chapter Two
Dear Momma, today was your funeral. You had your favourite dress on, that pretty white one.
Jessika had her pretty yellow one, the one you said brought out her eyes.
We put flowers on your grave and daddy started crying.
He started shouting at granmama and pops, saying that they'll never take me away,
like they took you and Jessika away. I cried and they tried to hug me and he batted them away.
Pops hurt his knee pretty bad, grandmamma was crying.
He told me to tell Hally goodbye, that she's going on a holiday, but i would know.
I think daddy doesn't like me having an imaginary friend.
Love, your daughter, Arta

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| I dont think you'll like Arta's daddy for long, hint hint |
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