Dear Nana,
I was just wondering what was going on at your place. Oh, how I wish you were here! I hope you're having fun. Here is a story that I wrote:
Once there was a little girl. Her name was Grace. A long time ago, she was sick with a really bad cold. And yesterday at her place, she didn't take it easy, and she felt more sicker about herself. And she forgot to drink lots of juice and water. Well, she died of cancer.
The End.
Love,
Charlotte
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