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September 20, 2019
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Dear Future Self,

Climate change is a growing issue. Once, it was a tiny spark that we thought wouldn’t affect us too much, or we were confident we would be able to stop it. Now it’s a raging fire, and if we don’t get our act together, we’re basically dead. In 20 years, climate change will be irreversible. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know if we don’t act now, it will be too late. I’m already trying my best to do my part:

1. I’m bringing metal straws with me. (No, I’m not Visco, I’m just doing my best)
2. I try not to take long showers. It helps that we live in Santa Monica because we have a lot of water saving appliances.
3. We donate our old clothes and toys that are in good condition so they can be used again. (God, Emily doesn’t even need to buy stuff!)
4. I’m in the social justice and empowerment club so we’ll be helping out with this issue. We’re already writing an environmental pledge.

I will do what I can do help, though I understand I can’t do this alone.
Kind Regards,
Sarah Misun Parmet (2019)

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