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Aug 2021
I’ve sent you a postcard. It didn’t arrive.
I’ve asked if you would go back to your previous apartment and pick it up, but you didn’t seem sure about that.
My efforts are silly. Nothing is left.
I think it’s dead.
Valeriya Kozminykh
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Valeriya Kozminykh  25/F/Russia
(25/F/Russia)   
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