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Dear Simon,

Dear Sunday,

Do you remember the Bible Camp your grandmother sent you to? The haunted one, where they had archery and cabins and jellyfish? I don't know if you remember. But after two nights the head priest guy called me down there to pick you up. He was vague on the phone. I thought, oh what has Sunday done now?

But when I got there, it was Simon sitting on the bench outside. So small. 

Sunday was coming across the field with your duffel bags.

All the priest would say was, "This is not the place for your," dramatic, ominous pause, "children."

I couldn't stop laughing. His face turned redder and redder.

I never found out what you did. But I love you so much for doing it.

Your Mother,

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