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Dear “future” me,

Max, there is so much I feel like you will never get to experience and I am writing this letter in hope that when you read it you are able to laugh at it because you have in fact done all the things I want to do (me now). There are so many things that I don’t know I will be able to do like visit where dad grew up in Africa because the water is too poor quality to drink, but my hope is that “us”, the people, we can fix these problems. Good luck homie <3

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