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Letter 17 | The Dark Diary

28/8/17

I am becoming the Roman in Rome. Right now, I am at ease. Someone told me that after thirty-fifth day or one and a half month I would talk to someone from my family.

I will ask them to take me back home. I have a walk waiting for you. Wait for me. I love you, Deathra. Come in my dreams tonight and talk about the things you fear.

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