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September 6, 2019
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Connor Rooney
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Dear future generations,

I am sorry for all the problems we have caused and I hope you have fixed all the problems we have caused like climate change and hope there are flying cars in the future any ways lets get back to the point what will you do to help.and i am sorry if polar bears have gone extinct by then and maybe everyone will be using electronic cars and i hope the ice doesn’t melt because the sea will rise and flood us all anyways i just hope I don’t die in the future.

we should recycle and reuse and make electricity by wind power and use electric cars and put things into the right bins and stop throwing plastic into the ocean.

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