Chapter 5
FIVE
Alderney State Penitentiary,
Dear Amethyst,
I’m impressed that you lured the music teacher into a late-night rendezvous. Your description of the way blood bloomed around his head was poetic. If I may, I would like to know how you brought yourself to push him off the ledge of a roof garden at the age of thirteen.
I’m curious about the owner of such a fragrant pussy. Are you statuesque or petite? Will you honor me with a photo?
Xero
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