Mel,
You asked me if I regretted murdering you.
I don't.
You were serving on earth. Caring and pleasing and feeling. Now you can reign in hell.
Living doesn't play nice, my love. I decided death would treat you better. You should thank me for your undoing. Now you and I are the same.
I did this for you.
Love, your Tom
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