4/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

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I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I lo

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They call me Jill, now. (But they called me Jack, too.) I don't even know who I am at this point.
I still love you, though. That will never ever change, you know that? I can see it in Jack's eyes, when I ask him.

One of these days I'll ask him to choose between you and Mister Rufus. And he'll hesitate, because he's like that. A bleeding heart. (He's really nice. He tries so, so, hard, love, and I think

oh, wait, the ink is drying and I'm l~aughing)

We're the same. We're both Jacks. And if Mister Rufus ever found out the depth and extent of his lover's emotional attachments to the man who killed him

At least, I think he doesn't know yet. I want to watch. I don't have any problems with wanting to steal Rufus away. I just want to see the truth (and maybe they'll stop lying, then.)

And! I made a new friend. Two of them. Mister Break and Shelly, isn't it grand? She's a descendant of the Rainsworth dukedom - they have a greater network of eyes-and-ears than Barma's, that's saying something. It's interesting.

(I try very hard not to think of you when Mister Rufus hovers over me like that. It's hard. But I really do want to move forw

oh, who am I kidding

but I want to believe what Jack says because it hurts a lot less and I'm so, so, so tired)

And I
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