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Dear Thomas,

The Glade's been quiet ever since you left... well you didn't leave, you were taken. No one speaks to anyone. In the mornings, the room is so silence, you could hear a penny drop from 1000 kilometres away.

I... I miss you Thomas. I miss our long, late nights where we would lay in each other's arms, looking at the stars. They would all connect into some sort of shape that we could never figure out.

Our weird moments are the things that stop me from hating you. Everyone else in the Glade have turned on you, knowing what you've done.

But I do have something to thank you for: Teresa. Yes, I know you tried to block her out of my life but... because of what you did, we've become closer. Closer as a family.

So thank you and... I love you and miss you.

Your blondie.

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