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A Folded Note

Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 1:29 am
by Tom Cooke
The note reaches Caina on the 35th of Hamis, 2719.

It’s not even in an envelope – it was meant, of course, to be passed from one hand to the next. A piece of paper with a faint ring and splatter of a stain, folded in fourths. The handwriting is messy chickenscratch, but it’s a messy chickenscratch deeply familiar to Caina Rose.
Theres a lot I could say but you know I aint too good in writing. It was good seeing your face again + good seeing that knife of hamas thats yours now even if it was up against my gullet.

I meant it when I said we aught ought to have a get together. I know itll be weird as fuck. Take as long as you need cause Ill be around. You know how to get to me. If your never ready I get it. But if/when you are:

Ill bring the cards + the booze + the old toffin. You just got to tell me where + when.

– You know who
Something is drawn on the back; it was hidden in the folds.

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