Dear Rat,
I don't know what dark force tempted me into thinking that going to the outpost would be a good idea, but I resent it. With all my being. I just want my own room again, and I want the snores to be muffled! And writing these letters to you takes more effort than it should. I don't even have a proper desk! I'm literally using a metal meal tray. I honestly think the only good thing about this place is that it keeps the loneliness at bay a bit better. Whatever, I'm not writing to you to complain about my feelings. I don't actually know what I'm writing about. I could tell you of how I used to chase birds on the front lawn, but you were there; always nipping at my heels. So, that feels a little pointless. But maybe recounting old memories with you is a simple way to pass the time. Maybe immersing myself in times when I didn't know what loneliness was will make me feel less lonely now. (Feels a little bit like putting loose gauze around a bullet wound)
Not feeling lonely at all,
Roo
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