Read the letter and give response to Dying of Loneliness by July 19,2009 midnight.

Dear Abby: My husband is dead, and I am all alone in the world. Loneliness is like a cancer, only it’s worse. It doesn’t kill you, it just gnaws at the mind until concentration and constructive
Thinking are permanently crippled.
When my husband was living, we visited lonely people and often took them for rides, to the movies, and out for a meal. But now that I am alone, no one visits me or offers to take me anywhere. Married people don’t care. They have each other. Sundays are endless.
I me treated worse than a criminal. Perhaps if I were a criminal, some saintly person from a church group would call on me and try to save my “soul.”
I used to attend church. But the church pays no attention to my loneliness. I am not rich, neither am I poor. I am not beautiful, nor am I ugly. I’m too old to work and l’m not beautiful, nor am I ugly. I’m too old to work and l’m too young to die.
I know there is no solution to my loneliness, but I had to to
tell somebody.
Dying of Loneliness

Read the following letter to Abby and respond to Stumped by Sunday 5th of July, midnight.

Dear Abby: Last Saturday night my husband and I went to the movies. Upon arriving home earlier than expected, we found our fifteen-year-old daughter on the couch with her boyfriend. They were all wrapped up in each other in a most disgusting position.
We ordered the boy out of the house and forbade our daughter ever to see him again.
She flew into an angry rage and screamed that when two people are “in love” anything they did was “beautiful.” She threatened to leave home if we don’t let her see her boyfriend again.
What’s a mother to do?
Stumped

Dear 066416 students,
Please respond to Only a Boy by Sunday June 28 2009, midnight.

Dear Abby: I am a thirteen-year-old boy, and my parents force me to go to church every Sunday.
I hate going to church because I see people there who I know are drunkards, gossips, liars, and cheats, and they are right there every Sunday saying their prayers and singing hymns. I don’t have any respect for hypocrites, and our church is full of them, my own parents included.
I am only thirteen, so maybe my opinion doesn’t count, but I don’t see any sense in my
going to church with a bunch of hypocrites.
Only a Boy

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