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Dear future,

Climate change is happening. We know it is, yet we don’t do much about it because it isn’t hurting us. It seems as though we are gambling now with the fate of our future and nobody seems to care because the debt collectors will come for you, not us. we know it is getting bad but habits won’t change because there isn’t a gun to our heads forcing that decision. I’m sorry.

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