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Dearest Archie:

I doubt you'll ever read this darling. But if you do, please forgive me. I know you wanted me to wait for the fourth flavour, but I couldn't. The vomiting was bad enough. But the memories came back. They began screaming, every day, all day. And the steam whistle, and those horrible huge steel wheels. Every day.

I still hear them, out there. But it's quiet. If you talk to them a bit, they quiet down. Even though you know you're lying to them, and they know it. It's a ghost town here, the streets are crowded with ghosts. Most of them are friends.

But there is very little to eat. I'd hope to make my money last a bit longer, but I put it in a safe for keeping, and I've lost my key. You'd mock me for a silly woman, but I haven't eaten in days.

I think if I get the safe up to the roof, I can drop it onto the pavement, and if all goes well, it will break open. I wish you were here to help. You're so good mechanically.

ResponseEdit

Arthur will comment "She must've felt so stupid falling. But she did get the safe open."

Sally will comment "Not a very well made safe, is it?"

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