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Dear Anna

Stamped: 5:30 PM

Dear Anna,
I'm sorry this letter is too late. I know you're never going to read this, but that's ok. I need to write it anyway. I'm so sorry I spend years of my life laughing with my friends at your apparent stupidity. I'm sorry I claimed to follow Christ but acted like the most callous Pharisee towards your public persona. I'm sorry I helped fuel a culture that would make you famous for your body, and would keep you famous because of your pain. Your life had unbelieveable value, value I can't even comprehend. God knew you, saw you were before you born, and said "That girl, I'll send my son to die for her." I confess I never took the time to see you that way. Anna, I'm sorry your public pain was primetime fodder, and I never once, even in the private of my community of friends, even considered speaking against it. If anything, I participated in the spectacle with my silence. So I guess I have a choice to make. It's not as if you're the only person who has ever been hurting, who has screamed "LOOK AT ME" while whispering "please don't stare." I'm sorry I haven't cared enough in the past to notice your pain. I have no choice now but to start noticing the pain of those around me. Goodbye Anna.

-Andrew

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