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Dear Jameson,

A man can dodge a bill for only so long.  I am beginning to pay.  For everything.  How long will it last?  Were you to add the lives I’ve torn my way through, you would have a ledger flowing with red.

Tonight the moon will be back.  It’s almost as if I can feel an animal growing inside me, bursting from my stomach, and then all parts of me, splitting my skin apart.

Were you older, I’d beg you to kill me.

Quentin

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