They have no right to take away the youngest dongsaeng, the light of our lives away. How could they? Dongsaeng, unni misses you. Unni loves you so much. I keep wondering, staring at the box expecting you to pop up anytime greeting me with your smileys and flying tackle hugs. Who would call me unni now? You promised me macarons. I wanted to visit you at the end of the year. How could you? I miss you. Always. I love you, Miles. We all do. <3
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