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Listen Jake you can't ignore me like this…
…stop passing notes like we are in second grade…
…you are the little brat that sold me out to Charlie…
The raindrops pattered softly against the window, lulling me to a state of gloom. The last time I saw Jacob seemed like ages ago; the last memory was full of anguish. I stared out of the window, listening. A faint whisper of a cry caught my attention. A wolf. I felt the tears sting my eyes as I stared back down at my paper.
I miss you Jake. Please call me.