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James folds up his last letter and writes To Mrs. Snow on the top fold as neatly as he can. He places it on the nightstand on top of the other letters he'd written. A small backpack on the floor contains his rose puzzle, stuffed lobster, and boomerang. The stuffed bunny lies in his lap, and he picks it up and snuggles it while he stares down at the pad of blank paper. Just one more letter to go, he thinks to himself. After a few minutes, he gently lays the bunny aside and begins writing.

Dear Mr. Sawyer,
You don't know who I am but I know who you are...