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☟🐝   ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮  ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒
If the shoe fits , The slut wore it.    She's a real carpenters dream flat as a broad and needs a screw.   Smells like cigars and depression."     Dear Thomas
This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously I don't know if I've written any letters before the Maze. But even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not afraid. About dying anyways or forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. So every night I've been saying their names out loud. Alby, Winston, Chuck. And I just repeat them over and over like a prayer. And it all comes flooding back. Just the little things. Like when the sun used to hit the glade at the perfect moment, right before it'd slip beneath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypans stew. I'd never thought I'd miss that stuff so much. I remember you. I remember you first coming up in the box, just a scared little greenie, who couldn't even remember his own name. But from the moment you ran into the maze, I knew that I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have. If I could do it all over again I would, and I wouldn't change a thing. My hope for you is when your looking back, years from now, is that you'll stay the same. The future is in your hands now Tommy, and I know you'll find a way to do what's right, you always have. Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy, Thank you for being my friend. Goodbye, Mate

Newt"