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Dear Gaby,

hi!!!! I love you, you must be really old when you read this. I hope there are trees, plants, animals, and clear oxygen. I hope that this problem solves before you have to read this. If you are reading this and theres an apocalypse or war because of the water don’t worry everything will be okay, don’t be sad i know your children will save the world.

peace out.

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