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           Idon’tthinkanymore,thewallisbetweenus,Ithink,thewallkeepsusapart.

           November2nd

           Heproducedthepaperaftersupper,anddictatedanabsurdletterthatIhadtowriteout.

           Thenthetroublestarted.Ihadpreparedalittlenote,writteninmysmallestwriting,andIslippeditintotheenvelopewhenhewasn’tlooking.Itwasverysmall,andinthebestspystorieswouldn’thavebeennoticed.

           Hedid.

           Itupsethim.Madehimseethingsinthecoldlightofreality.ButhewasgenuinelyshockedthatIshouldbefrightened.Hecan’timaginehimselfkillingorrapingme,andthatissomething.

           Ilethimhavehispet,butintheendIwentandtriedtobenicetohim(becauseIknewImustgethimtosendthatletter).Itwasajob.I’veneverknownhiminsuchahuff.

           Wouldn’thecallitaday,andletmegohome?

           No.

           Whatdidhewanttodowithmethen?Takemetobed?

           Hegavemesuchalook,asifIwasbeingreallydisgusting.

           ThenIhadaninspiration.Iactedalittlecharade.Hisorientalslave.Helikesmetoplaythefool.ThestupidestthingsIdohecallswitty.Hehasevengotinthehabitofjoiningin,stumblingafterme(notthatI’mverydazzling)likeagiraffe.

           SoIgothimtoletmewriteanotherletter.Helookedintheenvelopeagain.

           ThenItalkedhimintogoingtoLondon,asmyplanrequires.Igavehimaridiculouslistofthings(mostofthemIdon’twant,butit’llkeephimbusy)tobuy.ItoldhimitwasimpossibletotracealetterpostedinLondon.Sohefinallyagreed.