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Dear Matthew,

I do not know if you’ll ever see the beautiful world that I saw. From the beautiful rainforest to the beautiful ocean. All of those are gone now, all because of us. We knew what we were doing was terrible yet we never did anything to stop it. And for that I’m Sorry. I hope you can learn from all of our mistakes and recreate the beautiful world that I once saw. I know you can do it.

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