May 12th, 2023
To Stan
Today's the day. I'm halfway there; halfway through. It's weird to think that it won't be the 12th when you read this, but I'm sure you had the same thought on the day. I haven't seen you in eight months. That's the longest break we've had yet. I don't like it. When can you come and visit? You know neither of us will make it through without the other.
My stutter is almost gone; believe it or not, that speech therapist actually knew her shit. I started about a week after your last visit, and voila. I'm almost rid of that stupid thing. Apparently, I've developed a reputation here; we had another new guy try and size me up during one of our leisure hours. I didn't have to give my usual spiel; someone else did for me. I'm not even friends with the guy, he just gave me a curt nod of respect and understanding, and that was that.
I've stuck to your calisthenics routine, and that's been really helping. As much as I hate to admit it, you were right: exercise really does help manage depression. It's been much easier to feel happy. Well, not really happy, but at ease. Enough about me, though.
I assume you managed to land that security job since I haven't heard from or seen you in a while. I understand on both accounts, but dammit if it isn't frustrating. Make sure to give me all of the details in your next letter. Have you met anyone interesting? Been on any dates? The seas are still quiet here, unfortunately. Marc keeps good company though.
I hope to hear from you soon.
-Your Endgame, Bill
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