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Dear Jameson,

I was a feel to scoff.  Hell, I was a fool, period.  Would I have killed her again?  Yes.  But I should have finsihed the job with Magda and Szandor.  I know I said that gypsy curses don’t exist, but I was wrong.

I might never see you or Collinwood again.  I am urging Beth to go with me, but, just like a woman, she’s fiddling around and delaying our departure at the worst possible time.  However, that gives me time to write this.  I want to write something wise or clever, but I don’t have the time.  So I’ll leave you with this:

TRUST NO ONE.

Love and goodbye.

Quentin

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