Asking for space 12/21/19

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Dear Mom & Dad:

My e-mail is still the same. This is the best way to contact me.

My post office box is Box 123, _______...

We will not be coming to see you this Christmas.

I would like you to respect my desire for distance at this time.

Thank you,

Ishamel

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