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Dear FutureMe, I had a hunch tonight. I've had hunches like this before and they have been right. I thought that tonight would be the night Margaret dies. Or very soon at least. That this might have been the last time to see her alive. I can't decide how I feel about that. I don't want her to be in pain anymore. I don't want to lose my best friend. I had the hope that she would at least make it to her 22nd birthday, but that doesn't seem so terribly important anymore. But I don't want to stop hoping either. I hate all the options.