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'Do you know where the wild things go to roam? Inside of me, where they they can run beside my wild and wayward thoughts. They start behind my eyes to make a mess of what's left of my mind. Through my throat they choke me up, racing in the forest of lost words to that lump resting my chest. The champion wakes the lump and begins it's restless dance. This is why whenever you're near, my heart hammers it's way out of its cage of bone. Those wild things infect it with wild thoughts of reaching you and drowning in those dark dark eyes. Because my heart heard whispers of how if you look at the dark long enough, it will look back.'

"Excuse me!" Cried perhaps the shrillest voice I'd ever heard. Without looking up I replied,
"You are very much excused if you reframe from attempting to crack the windows again."
After a brief moment of sputtering the voice cried again, "Excuse me?!" Sighing I placed my book down.
"Dear me we are going in circles aren't we?" The woman standing in front of the desk I was currently, and seemingly always, occupying was small and dressed in an alarming amount of fuchsia. "What is it I can help you with? Because for some reason beyond me, I seem to be someone you think can be of assistance. I'd like to inform you though, that unless you are inquiring about the state of perpetual lack of activity in this town, I don't think I will be of much use to you." Thankfully that shocked her in to a few moments of blissful silence.
"Why I never... I dare say you are possibly the most impertinent young lady I've ever encountered!"
"Dear me, what a privilege. I shall not take this lightly!"
"Now listen hear, I'd rather not be subjected to this remarkable amount of arrogance much longer. So just tell me the meaning of this." Madame fuchsia proceeded to then pull out a blank envelope with a broken black seal and present it to me. She glared at me and waited.
"I truly have no I idea what you are expecting me to say. Though I must say that is a rather lovely seal. Is that a griffin?"
"Are you telling me you know nothing about this? That you aren't the one who sent it?"
"Yes I do believe that is what I'm saying." The woman kept staring, no doubt imaging all the different ways she'd like to tell me off. Nothing new for me, so instead of indulging her with eye contact I got up to tend to the plastic plants and open the curtains, any sort of mundane useless task to get away from the woman. The view from the lobby is quite lovely, with the glistening ocean beyond the cliff's edge. If only the interior of the 'Whiplove Seaside Inn' was a little less tacky 1970s and a little more... anything else.
"Dear Mrs. Herrington,
I regret to inform you that your presence is most urgently requested at the Whiplove Seaside Inn. There isn't the time to divulge the specifics of the situation, but please do make hast and arrive within the week. There is a most delicate matter to attend to and I fear that without your presence, there shall be dire consequences.
Yours truly,
Mr. Whiplove"
"Oh!" I immediately ran over to the distasteful woman to examine the remarkable letter for myself. "You have an invitation from Mr. Whiplove why didn't you say so!"
"So you do know something about this after all." Mrs. Herrington scoffed.
"Oh no. Not at all!" I looked up from her letter to smile at her. "I haven't the faintest idea who Mr. Whiplove is, but I have every intention of finding out."

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