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She had spent the last hour at the edge of the bay, looking longingly at the incoming tide. She had addressed the envelope in her hand to no one in particular, a simple To Whom It May Concern scrawled across the front. The message inside was a love letter full of homeless aspirations. After trying everything else, she had decided to commit her future to fate and fate alone. She left the letter on the bench and walked home.

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