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Philip nodded before pausing. “And my uncle,” he added in a rather disgruntled manner.
“Hm.” I decided not to bring up the omission of his birthday.
He walked out the door, wishing me a Merry Christmas before heading out. Once he was gone, I went to my desk, pulling out a pen and paper and beginning to write:
Dear Ms. Crane…
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I’d barely gotten the chance to be home before my family, and I were already leaving. There was an island off the coast of Hizuru that my mother really wanted to visit, so the five of us took the five-hour flight there the day after I got home.
We were staying in a hotel right on the water, in the main suite that had a perfect view of the ocean. We got there around midday, so my mother had already taken us out to lunch before we started touring one
