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... range the other envelopes. “Will there be more and more of these letters in the future? Will there be so many that we won’t be able to finish them all? Will there be no place to put them?”


“Let’s try our best to read as many as possible. If there’s really a lot, so much that there’s nowhere to put them, then I’ll build a new house or buy one. When the time comes, we’ll save them together.” Even if a letter was a scolding, just like his mother had said, it had been written for him. If ...

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