Letter #12
Deedy—
We’ve slipped into a routine. And sometimes, for five whole minutes, I forget.
I forget I came here for revenge.
I forget you looked at me like a threat.
I forget the dead.
Then I remember, and it feels like betrayal. Were you ever happy there? Even once?
I need the answer to be yes.
I’m scared it isn’t.
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