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| dear Tom, i feel closer to you with every letter. i'm filled with such desire, i did something impulsive and included a sweaty photo of myself. cherish it until we finally meet in person. love, Karen | |
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| i told you why. if it's in my handwriting, she'll know it's from me. now where were we? | |
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| "...after realizing Tom was a cyborg, it was my sworn duty to destroy him. i'm truly sorry. his last words pledged his love for you with the sincere hope that you enjoyed your donut sandwich." | |
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