Dear Constant Reader of a writer in peril,
My bloodthirsty couch is at it again, it wants to kill me. I cannot say too much at this moment because I am busy fleeing for my life. I know of a hideout in the slums of Rosettenville that might provide some cover. I will tell you more of what has been happening in the past month when I get there.
In the meantime pray for me.
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I'm worried, man... I hope you are okay.
Fear not my friend, for I am safe. I will tell all about the horrors that have befallen me very soon.
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