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Dear Daughter: I've cleared out the paths for you. I figured you'd want one of the more trafficked ones. I packed you some snacks for the road, some shoes to walk on, some friends to walk with. You are the first born, I wasn't sure what to do for you.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Here you go daughter ("I'm Sorry Mom" part 2)
Dear Daughter: I've cleared out the paths for you. I figured you'd want one of the more trafficked ones. I packed you some snacks for the road, some shoes to walk on, some friends to walk with. You are the first born, I wasn't sure what to do for you.
I'm sorry mom, but on the road I've chosen (not what you wanted for me) I am on my own but no one owns me here either.
#friends#alone#mother#free#daughter#letter#snacks#shoes#road
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
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