[a folded up, ratty sheet of paper is left at Atlas' door]
DEAR ATLAS,
it be the end o the day an i were thinkin bout ye as usual. i do be wantin ye two know ow much i sincerely lvoe th times ye writ me back. it do means sew much to me.it trewly seems like ive known ye ferver an i cant imagine life without ye na. ive trewly been blessed by findin
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That's a man, bro.
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are you...sure?
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Yeah.
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