It’s cold in here and dark. I can hardly see a thing, but I’m used to that now.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here. I just know I have to escape. Today.
Crap… I here footsteps down the
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Return to Sender - A compilation of Letters
Художественная прозаThis is a little side project I'm doing. All letters are fictional, I just get crazy ideas sometimes. I hope you like it.
