Letter 55

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Dear Louis,

I also have grown to welcome the sharp pain that occasionally blossoms upon my arms. It's unhealthy, really, but isn't anything in this world?

Hm. I suppose this letter is rather short, huh? They aren't even really letters anymore, are they? They've become like notes instead. But you read them, and that's enough to keep me going for now.

Love,

Harry

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