A letter from March 14th, 2020

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Hi! I hope you survived. I really do. Right now you're sick, panicking a bit about coronavirus, about the internship, about school and online classes. Everything. I hope you're better. By this time, your year, you should be on your internship or having classes. I dont even know. How's your heart? Been broken how many times? I hope none more. I'm sorry. For something. Or everything. And I hope you can read this. You're beautiful, worthy, loyal, inteligent. Never doubt that. I love you.

Epilogue

1 day later

Dear PastMe, Hi!
I survived. Thank you for your hope. I remember all...

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Eth ilonen ma ubt naiagmng eabyrl insgmsi escl,ass avihgn i tiihepsnrn htwi a nolnie nto nithg.
Vsleo targe ty!auallc is ehtra a nice ym arleyl owh a ewev' dogo nthoipslarie in su oyb nebe hwti. The so reahts omer breonk ni satl reya no. .
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Uoy ttlgine be here uryos hatkn swo,dr emtpsa em rof gndiare otyda. .
Tletnneigi weer and loaly ouy auelbt,ufi ow,ytrh. Tisll rae you. It at rbette you eryevyda tge. Glinnrea vdyreyea. Ernev tubdo atht.
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Levo yuo i. .