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Dear Daniel,

Sorry I was so aggressive the last few times I wrote to you. I ripped the paper a few times. How are you? I still miss you. I'm listening to Put Your Head On My Shoulder as I write this.

Things haven't been the same without you here. You've been gone for a week longer than you promised. It's getting to me, Dan.

I love you so much.

I wish you would come home so we could dance to this song and I could kiss you again. I have a cleaver and I can't wait to show you what it can do. I love you so much, I can't handle it. I want to cut you open and be engulfed by the warm waterfall of your blood.

Love,
Philip

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