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Office in a suburb of manch. (Map is wrong on purpose.) I carried all the things while you worked the front. You have such a pure, beautiful soul and although our daily interactions were small, you made the hell I was going through bearable. Unfortunately the luck that was holding me down ran out and I had to go a different route. I’m such an awkward idiot, and the way I implied I wanted to keep in touch must have soared over your head like an eagle. You will never see this, but I’m forwarding it out to the universe anyways.
And if you ever need more tape, I’ll deliver for you.
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