Ah, my love. It was my birthday today, and on this day more than any other, the fact of your absence hits me like a windscreen hits a bug. Here was your last card to me:
The confusing message was soon answered by the writing inside, but even so, they
are some of your last semi-lucid words to me, before you were reduced to snarling,
and thus, I treasure them. Good night, liebling. x x x x x
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