Susan has taken to writing letters. She doesn't put them on gravestones or something silly and dramatic like that, but in the back of her closet there is a box, and in it is a stack of letters, neatly folded and piled. Sometimes she talks to all of them at once, but when she is having trouble understanding a sermon or a problem she writes Edmund, and when she wants comfort she writes Lucy, and when she wants someone to shake her and stop her from doing something nonsensical she writes Peter, because he's her older brother. Was.
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Susan has taken to writing letters. She doesn't put them on gravestones or something silly and dramatic like that, but in the back of her closet there is a box, and in it is a stack of letters, neatly folded and piled. Sometimes she talks to all of them at once, but when she is having trouble understanding a sermon or a problem she writes Edmund, and when she wants comfort she writes Lucy, and when she wants someone to shake her and stop her from doing something nonsensical she writes Peter, because he's her older brother. Was.
Man, this bit choked me up. Poor Susan.