For Saz/Abby Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when
Cilla was sitting on the floor with her back resting against the floor. She was trying to write a letter to her folks but was getting nowhere. It didn't help that she was worried about how they'd react to an owl delivering a letter. Her mum's nerves were nearly fractured when Cilla got her letter.
Cilla was furrowing her brow in deep thought.
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