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1968
i miss my dad. i know hes out saving the country and all but i miss him. petes always crawling under my covers every other day, cant seem to get this bed bug out of my bed. i know he doesnt hear it but i can hear the things he mumbles. he mumbles for you dad.
are you there? are you still fighting? i hope you are. mama and pete and me are counting on you.
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you liar. you stupid lIAR——
(the rest is scratched out, Mav realizes. The entire page is a bunch of seemingly random scribbles, but behind it are words. Lots of words.)