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Five

12th June, Tuesday

Morning, E! Wondering how I woke up at six in the morning? Spoiler alert: It wasn’t magic.

I’m writing this sitting on our special rock. Remember that big rock near the little pond on the outskirts of my hometown where we used to sneak off and throw pebbles eatinggola(shaved ice). I am sitting right on that rock right now. I wished you could come with us and it seems like my overprotective cousins missed you.

The weather here is still fresh, and you can smell the cool fragrance in the air. Sadly, the pond dried out, and it has turned into a vast clearing. The tire swing we tied to the oak tree is being used by little kids.

Even though the life here is simple and lovely, I miss home. Especially you. Because it feels like for the longest time, my home is where you are, Ethan Kane.

Love,

Kiara

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