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Cache Lesson 1 Assign. 2
A letter that starts, "By the time you read this..."
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Assignment 2

Dear Alex,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. I hope you will know how wrong I realize now that I was. You were truly the best man to come along in my life, and I fear that I have lost you due to the pasts of both of our families. I have no hope to ever get you back, and I don’t know that I can go on that way. I blamed your father for the death of my own since I was seven years old. I know you had an undying faith that he was not at fault. I wish I could have given you at least some credence and explored the facts further with you. I am so sorry, My Love. I now know that it was my own family who caused yours so much grief. I have no apologies that I think will ring true. Any apology that I could make would not make up for the name your family had in South Shore. Even though the truth is out now, I know I will never have you back. And I know that the town will never have you back, despite the fact that your father was murdered and didn’t simply abandon his post. I am so sorry that this ever happened to you. What’s more, I am sorry that my own blood caused this atrocity that has cast you so far away from all of us. I don’t know if you understand how much I loved you, or how difficult it was for me to leave you, to leave you at the altar. Without you in my world there is nothing. But I know I will never see you again, let alone be with you. I hope you will find some way to go and move past this. The record should be set straight. You are right – you’ve always been right. I’m sorry I was so strong-headed. And yet, that’s still not enough. The fog of our youth has lifted. You spent years in the fog of embarrassment. The fog has lifted now, and I hope you can go on. For me, I will suffer eternally for the fog that has descended upon me.
All My Love,
Gloria
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