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Dear Suguru,
Sorry. It's been a little while since I wrote to you. I wonder what you're up to. Hopefully it's going better than it's gone for me. It's kind of hard writing these letters right now. I don't have anywhere to send them to youre gone. Should I ask what you're up to? I wont know for a long time. Until you're back, that is. You can tell me then. I gathered all the letters; I'm going to start putting them in your second desk drawer. Thank god the lock on your window is broken. Your room looks exactly the same, by the way. Your man and dad are still waiting for come home. Everyone thinks you're dead but not us. You already knows this, I've told you before. But it feels like everyone's losing hope. Not me, though, I know you'lI came back for me. You wouldn't leave me like that.
Today was the first day of school. Senior year. We're almost done. I don't feel ready for this year. I missed way too much school last year. School still sucks, as you can imagine. I've been hanging out a lot with Nanami, Shoko gets sad if she hangs out with me. Probably because I can't fill the silence you left behind with any jokes. She hangs out with Mei Mei and Utahime now. They're okay. Keep her out of trouble. Now it's just Nanami and I. It's quiet but not always uncomfortable.
Calculus still sucks. I know you were always good at math but I think you'd be smuggling too. No introduction today, either. We just started.
I'm sorry. I wish I had exciting things to tell you, especially considering that it was the first day. But I don't. Today I spent most of the day in the counselor's office. I know you told me to stay out of trouble. So, I'm sorry. I tried.
It was after fourth period. That asshole Miya was talking about you. He told me to stop moping. That they'd find you in the woods with a bullet through your skull. Sorry, but I punched him. I think I cried too. I don't remember much. They sent me to the counselors, not the principal. I think the administration thinks I'm crazy. They talk to me like a child, and I hate the way they talk about you. Miya apologized but I know he's not sorry.
I hate this so much, you know. Begging myself to believe that you'll come back. I'll find you, instead. I don't want you to come back here. It sucks just as bad as you remember.
I'll write back soon. My mom doesn't want me driving in the dark after what happened to Haibara. Hopefully I'll have more good news soon.
Love always,
Satoru