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Within a thick envelope on Thomas' bed were two objects. A letter on familiar cream coloured parchment, and a sheaf of glossy magazine pages.
( My dearest Thomas, Yes, I am still watching your show, and I am glad to see that whatever mistakes you have made are slowly being made right. )
( My dearest Thomas, Yes, I am still watching your show, and I am glad to see that whatever mistakes you have made are slowly being made right. )
