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It's the end of the world as we know it
From: Lara Raith
To: Thomas Raith
Subject: Our Mutual Problem
Brother-mine,
I know how much you adore our dear father’s presence, but several matters of business have arisen here that require his personal attention. I’m sure your presence as a companion will soothe his nerves. Papa does hate to travel alone.
I’ll see you soon,
Lara
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Thomas stared at ( Read more... ) -
Roadtrip of Denial: 'Cause riding a dirtbike down a turnpike Always takes its toll on me
To: Lacrimosa Magpyr
From: Thomas Raith
Subject: Re: Groovus has gone mad and is taking hostages!
( Dear Lacci, You don't need to resort to petty tricks to get me to read your letters ) -
Letters: Sometimes I feel Like I am drunk behind the wheel
From: Thomas Raith
To: Alice Cullen < projectrunwayrules445@sparklecullen.com>
Subject: Should’ve written earlier.
Alice -
You sound better. At least, you’re throwing enough information at me again to make my head spin. So let me take these things one at a time, you know, like us puny non-oracles do.
( Books? What books? ) -
Letters to Alice: These words are not enough
About 4 PM that day, a FedEx employee would drive through Forks, Washington, through the surrounding forest, and deliver a short note, as well as the entire Chinese Laundry shoe inventory to one Alice Cullen.
( Dear Alice, I'm sorry for taking so long to write... ) -
Letters from Home: Reading between the lines
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. ) -
Letters from Home: Now at least I know I know him well
During the day, three postcards bearing the same handwriting were delivered to Casa Vampire.
( To Miss Lacrimosa de Magpyr ) -
Letters from Home: Falling from the top of the world
From: Sgt. Karrin Murphy
To: Thomas Raith
Subject: You owe me…
Thomas -
Harry stormed in this morning, threw a piece of paper at me, and ran off before he managed to completely fry my computer. As it is, you owe me: a new cell phone, a new radio, and repairs on the office copier. You may also want to start saving up, because if even half of what his ( Read more... ) -
Letters: Rocks fell, nobody died
From: Thomas Raith
To: Alice Cullen
Subject: Sorry about the late response…
Dear sweet forgiving Alice,
I’m really really sorry for not writing you back, but between the little present you warned me about (which, by the way, thank you. I had seriously considered taking a baseball bat to it) and the whole Lacci thing… then the Dru thing… then the ( Read more... )
