Dearest Juan,

How ya been, kid?
The Big Man Upstairs treating you well?
I hope so.
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First off, a big thanks to your parents.
It was kind of them to go to the counselor about my note to you.
I know they had the best intentions at heart.
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I actually saw your family at church on Sunday.
They looked alright...
No, I'm totally lying.
They still look wrecked.
It's only been two weeks, right?
It's obviously been a rough time for them...
Your younger siblings looked weak.
Your older sister looked thinner.
Your parents looked haunted.
I cried when I saw them walking up the aisle.
Wonder if they realized that the song being played at mass was
one that was played at your funeral...
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Everyone at school is still thinking of you, ya know.
I see you in the blank faces of your friends.
They cringe every time they walk into Freeman's classroom.
They never stay long.
Guess it makes them think of you.
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I'm gonna say goodbye now, Juan.
Just wrote this to get some thoughts out.
Take care of yourself.
Watch over your family.
Tell John Lennon that Leigh Fresina said, "You're a swine".

See ya, kid.

**
Leigh