Dear Jackson,
Jackson can't go to the playground with me. Jackson can't go to the playground at school. Because he had to go home. I miss you, Jackson. I feel like I miss you.
I liked to play with you, Jackson. I didn't like it when you got hurt and cried. I liked going to the playground with you, and the dog park too. I remember when we took a bath together, my daddy dumped water on your hair.
I love you,
Samantha
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