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Untamed Chocolate Wish
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You take a letter off of the end of the stack. It is written on the same Plath stationary that Ramona used for her invoice. There is no greeting on it, and the old-timey cursive handwriting is a little bit hard to make out.
I have not seen you in some time and I feel it fitting to air out
my words for once, and invite you again to share with me a rag of
gin. I want to thank you for the splendid fuite that
you have erected here, as it has been gracious for my work.
I hope this note finds you. Do write back or meet with me inside
my library if it does.
Truly and earnestly,
Nelson
You toss the note aside and pick up another one. This one is a little more crumpled and folded, and has a splattered, brownish stain on the back. The handwriting is much, much worse, and not in cursive.
As you read my words, hear my voice and know that I yearn for
your touch every cold night. I can feel your soft back to my
chest and your ears tight in my hands. Think of these things
tonight while you rest. I will one day be home to bend you
over and fuck you until you grow tired.
I will cast you onto the floor, forsaking the bed as it is too
civil for the base deeds we will commit. Forgive my rashness,
as I can think of little else but you today. I only want to hear
your loving cries and smell your sweet perfume. Wait for me and
I will come home once this war is won.
It is with my kindest and dearest regards I bid you you farewell,
my love. For how long, I know not.
Until next we meet, my thoughts will be of you. I dare not utter
your name, for it fills me with melancholy and softens my spirit.
You are my the wound the hobbles me and the cane that lets me walk.
With love and longing,
Cletus
What the fuck is this
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