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80. WordsDear Red,
It's been three years since I last saw you. Your letters haven't stopped coming, but it's not the same as actually hearing your voice.
You must have changed a lot now. I know I have and Blue has too. I'm fourteen years old now. I'm taller and I look older. Blue's gotten taller as well and his hair is even more wild. He's stopped acting like a jerk and even asked me out a few times.
Before you wonder how the dates went, I'll tell you now that I had to turn him down. I don't want to date him.
Pallet Town's changed a lot now. It only seems to have gotten quieter and sadder, especially without you. But everywhere I go, people seem to whisper about the 'legend on Mount Silver'. But I never actually hear your name.
I guess that guy from the league was partly right. You were meant to be a legend and you are one, Red. But they don't even know your name. They don't know it's actually you. It's as if you died and were replaced by a legendary ghost or enigma.
I wish you would come do
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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