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To her


Dear Sarah,

It's been a while now. A long long while.

I still remember when I met you,

on that cold, rainy day where I was introduced to you.

Without any further mention

of you for the next few months we met again, and you- well, you enthralled me

to be

a slave to you. But like milk in the sun it all turned but sour,

for the power of your spell unleashed a typhoon of tears, a monsoon of madness.

But

I'm better now. I've resolved myself.

Unshackled, unchained. Free from your spell.

 

Sincerely,

Paul.

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