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Title: Eighteen
Letters and One Phone Call
Author:
Terri
Email: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating:
PG-13, swearing and a touch of violence
Summary:
Logan and Rogue relate with the help of the postal system.
Series:
Eighteen #1
Disclaimer:
So very not mine, any of them.
Archive:
Ask, and I'll be happy to.
Feedback:
Please!
Comments:
Any spelling and grammatical mistakes are Logan's (mostly) and Rogue's (she's
actually pretty good about that kind of thing).
April 30th
Hey Kid,
Just wanted
to send you this. Saw it in the window of one of those little stores
in downtown Calgary. Scared the hell out of the saleslady when I walked
in. Stay out of trouble. If you need to reach me, send a note
to the PO Box on the envelope. I'll check it once in a while.
Logan
May 2nd
Dear Logan,
Thank you
so much for the scarf! It's beautiful, and the perfect shade of green
for me. I have been staying out of trouble, and, in fact, I might even
graduate with honors (although it'll be close - I'm not really a natural
at calculus). I like my classes, and the school, even if my
roomates Kitty and Jubilee get on my nerves sometimes.
They're always shopping or chasing boys, and I'd rather just read or draw.
I'm really getting good at drawing and watercolors my art teacher said
that he'd let me try oil paints next week. He says I'm a "natural"
but I think it's less that I'm so good and more that all the other kids aren't
really into art at all.
The Professor
has been helping me sort out everybody in my head and helping me try to control
my power. I've made some progress on #1, but nothing on #2 so far.
You would have laughed I was in his office one day, and, out of nowhere
I called him "Chuck." He got this really surprised expression, just
for a second, and I thought that if anyone could surprise the best telepath
ever, it would naturally be you. Or you inside my head. You know
what I mean.
OK, I feel
like I should tell you this, but I'm not sure how to do it. You might
want to sit down, wherever you're reading this, or go find somewhere where
there's lots of things to break and not a lot of people around. Find
a good spot? OK. Scott and Jean have set a date for their wedding.
June 18th. I'm sorry to have to tell you, but I thought you might want
to know. You know, just in case you needed to know how long you had
to come back and convince Jean not to go through with it or something.
I haven't really tried very hard to stop calling Scott "Scooter" if it makes
you feel any better.
Anyway, enough
of my babbling on. I hope you're safe, and not fighting, and finding
out good things (or at least something) about your past. I miss you.
It's not the same without you here. I wanted to send you a little present
or something, but I really don't have any money for stuff, and I don't want
to use the Professor's credit card for stuff any more than I have to.
So I did this little watercolor of one of the irises in Storm's garden.
I thought it was something you wouldn't see in Canada. I hope you like
it.
Rogue
May 14th
Hey Kid,
Got your
last letter. I liked the flower, and no, I haven't seen anything like
it in Canada. Look, I don't think I'll make it back before the wedding.
Give Scott a hard time for me. I might be on to something, and I'm
gonna play it out. There's a different PO box on the return.
If you need me, write there.
Logan
And hey
use the money for whatever you want. Let me know if you need more.
You don't have to look to Chuck for everything.
May 18th
Dear Logan,
I didn't
write what I did for you to send me money. I'm doing OK here.
The Professor covers all the basics. But thanks for the money, and,
once I get it changed from Canadian, I think I'm going to spend a little
of it on some art supplies for myself. I hope that's OK with you.
I'm glad
to hear you are on to something. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for
you. Just be careful, you know? Wear your seatbelt and all :)
I graduated
last weekend with honors, thank you very much. Calculus was a
squeaker, but I pulled out a B+ on the final. There was a big party,
and a dance. It was a lot of fun, even if I didn't really get to dance.
I think Bobby wanted to ask me, but was a little too afraid to. I guess
it's partly my fault. I wore this green dress (with the scarf you gave
me) that was sleveless. I had long gloves on, but there was still quite
a bit of skin showing. More than usual. I guess I just wanted
to be a little normal and have a good time at the party. No one really
said anything, or acted weird, but no one danced with me either. It
was kind of a bummer, but I guess that's the deal when you have life-absorbing
skin. And I did really have a good time with Kitty and Jubes and the
girls.
But hey,
enough of that. I have good news! I started doing some oil painting,
just a few things for class. My art teacher liked my final project
so much that he offered to take it to be displayed at one of the little galleries
in town. The owner of the gallery agreed, and now I am a bona-fide
artist! It's a painting of the statue of liberty flame, how I remembered
it with all the white light and spinning circles. It's kind of impressionistic,
and I find it a little disturbing to look at, given the memories and all,
but people really seem to like it. No one's bought it yet, though.
I'm working on another one, this time I think it'll be the train we were
on. Sounds a little morbid, I know, but the Professor says I'm "working
out my issues."
I did the
little piece inside as an experiment it's the first time I tried sculpture.
I tried metal Magneto liked that a little too much and wood (too
soft) before settling on stone. It's supposed to be a native american
god of the wilderness, and I just thought it seemed appropriate for you, wandering
around out there. I miss you. Write back (and don't send any money
this time! I'm not opposed to presents, though.) and take care of yourself.
Rogue
June 7th
Hey Kid,
Sorry it
took me so long to write. I had stuff to do. There's a different
PO Box address on the envelope.
If those
geeks don't have the good sense to dance with you, then you don't need em.
I bet you looked real nice. Congradulations on your painting too.
Save one for me, huh?
You didn't
say anything about what college you're going to. I know you said you
didn't need money, but I sent some more anyway. Get what you need and
don't worry about it.
Logan
You did
real good on the nature god thing too.
June 11th
Dear Logan,
Good Lord
almighty, would you stop sending me money? I'm going to put it in the
bank and keep it for you until you get back. I might spend a little
on a new canvas and some paint, but that's it. Most of it will be right
here waiting for you. And of course I'll save a painting for you.
In fact, I think I'll make one special, just for you. I'm not telling
what it'll be, though. It can be a surprise.
I know you
mentioned college, and, please don't be mad, but I decided not to go, at
least not this year. I'm taking some classes at the art institute, but
not full-time. I talked it over with the Professor, and Scott, and
they thought that I might want to do some distance learning classes over
the internet or something, because it's hard to be around lots of new people
who don't really understand the whole thing about my skin. They're
right I'd just be too nervous. And really, I'm only interested
in art. So I decided I'd take a few classes at a time, at the local
art institute, in person. I signed up for two small-size classes
watercolor and charcoal. I've never tried charcoal and I'm really looking
forward to it. I got a job, too, helping out at the art institute after
classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Most people don't really
notice me I guess artists are allowed to be eccentric and all covered
in clothing. Come to think about it, I'm one of the least weird students
there.
Did I mention
that my painting at the gallery sold? Oh my, you'd better sit down
for this one. At first I was thrilled it sold for $1,500 and
I got to keep half! But when I asked who bought it, the owner got all
mysterious, and, to make a long story short, Magneto turned out to be the
buyer. How sick is that? He must've sent Mystique or something.
It makes me wish I'd never painted the damn thing in the first place.
I just start shaking everytime I think about it. The Professor is going
to visit him in prison tomorrow. He said he'd try to talk him into
giving up the painting because he knows how much it bothers me. I don't
think he will. I mean, I know he won't the Magneto in my head
is laughing his ass off about it, he thinks it's funny. Bastard.
I mean, isn't he ever going to leave me alone? I have the white streaks
in my hair to remind me every day what happened, isn't that enough?
Sorry.
Enough ranting and raving. What else is new? There's a new student
at Xavier's. His name is Remy. He's very cute, and he keeps asking
me out. He's a few years older than me, and he could probably have
any girl he wanted. He's got this french accent he's from New
Orleans or something and all the girls just melt when he talks to them.
I can't really figure out why he's so interested in me. I haven't decided
whether to go out with him or not. I'm kind of scared to, but I kind
of want to, too. The Professor says that maybe I'm afraid of letting
someone get close to me, and maybe I am. But I have a good reason.
I don't want any more people in my head. It's one thing to go out on
a little date, but what if something happens and I end up with him in my
head all the time? I have to think about it some more. Any advice
you have in this area would be greatly appreciated and I know you have
the experience to be of some help here :)
Did you
find anything? Are you doing OK? I keep forgetting to mention
this, but Scott wants his bike back pretty bad. The wedding is next
week, and I swear he still talks more about that bike than the upcoming nuptuals.
I guess weddings aren't really "guy" things, though. Do you want me
to not talk about this? I won't if you want.
And now
the present portion of my letter. This time, it's a poem. I didn't
write it, it's by Anna Ahkmatova, a russian poet. It's kind of dark,
but I just thought you might really get it. Enjoy. I miss you.
Take care of yourself.
Rogue
Wild honey
has the scent of freedom
Dust
of a ray of sun
A girl's
mouth of a violet
And gold
has no perfume
Watery,
the minionette
And like
an apple love
But we have
found out forever
That blood
smells only of blood
June 18th
Hey Kid,
Got your
last letter. Don't let Chuck and Scooter decide for you what to do about
school. If you don't wanna go don't, but not because of them or your
skin or anything else. I'll pay for it if they don't agree. You're
18 now, right? So you decide, not them. And you don't have to
get a job if you wanna take classes. I'm sending some money, and I
don't wanna hear any complaints. No job while you're taking classes.
As for Magneto
that rat bastard is gonna get what's coming to him just as soon as I get
back. Don't let him bother you.
I don't
think you should go out with this Remy guy. He sounds like bad news.
You should wait for someone who's all about you, who doesn't even notice other
girls. Not some French tomcatting flirt. But it's up to you.
A lot of guys are gonna be interested in you, you can have your pick.
It doesn't
bother me to hear about Scooter and the wedding. And you can tell him
I wrecked the bike. Not really but let him sweat a little.
I'll be
at this PO box for a while. Got to sort some stuff out. Write
again.
Logan
I did get
the poem, but I wish you didn't understand things like that. Sorry,
kid.
June 22nd
Dear Logan,
I was surprised
you wrote back so soon! I'm glad to hear from you.
I think
I'll stick with the art classes for now, but thanks for offering to pay and
all. I like charcoal a lot more than I ever thought I would, and I'm
doing well in watercolor too. As for the job I really don't mind
it, and I just like having a little bit of my own money, you know?
It's an independence thing. Not that I'm not completely grateful to
you for sending me money, but I need to have a little that's just mine.
I hope you understand and don't think I'm being an ungrateful bitch about
it.
I didn't
go out with Remy (yet) but he keeps trying. Kitty went out on a two
dates with him, then slept with him. Right after that, he broke it
off and she cried for two days. Which didn't really make me want to
date him. I told him after that I'd never go out with him, but I guess
he is being persistent. He said sleeping with Kitty was a mistake,
and that he wanted to break it off sooner rather than later. I don't
know if I believe him or not. The you in my head has been pretty growly
about it and even Magneto isn't too fond of him. It's just that he's
the only guy that's been interested in me, you know?
There is
this one guy at school I kind of like. His name is David and he's normal.
He's not exactly shy, but not real outgoing either. He said he liked
my charcoal of the fruit bowl (we all had to do a still life) and he started
always sitting next to me. I can't tell if he likes me or not, and
even if he does, what should I do then? Hi, I'm Rogue, and if you touch
me I'll suck your life out, so, hey, how about a date? Ugh.
The wedding
was nice. I told Scott that you wrote that you wrecked the bike
which, technically, isn't a lie the night before. He just about choked
to death on his wine. I think Jean knew it wasn't true she has
to, right? but she played along. I felt a little guilty because
Scott asked me to dance at the reception, which was really nice. I
think he noticed that I didn't get to dance at graduation.
I got my
own room your old room, actually. It's more comfortable to have
some space to myself. I love Kitty and Jubes, but, God, they were on
my last nerve. Plus, I can walk around however I want when I'm by myself
without scaring anyone. I just close the door, and, voila, no gloves,
bare arms and legs, and naked feet, even.
I miss you.
I hope you're safe and OK. I worry about you, you know?
I hope you'll
like this present. We all had to do a self-portrait in charcoal, but
it could be in any style impressionist, cubist, etc. that we
wanted. I think I kind of invented my own style for this one.
You're probably looking at it and thinking "what the hell?" so I'll give
you a hint. It's part of me, in an extreme close up. See if you
can figure it out. Kind of a puzzle-present.
Write again
soon. And I'd tell you not to send any more money, but that has proven
ineffective so far.
Rogue
PS
Don't worry about the poem.
July 5th
Hey Kid,
New PO Box
on the envelope, and I'm kinda short for time.
It's your
jaw and neck in the picture. That was an easy one. It's a good
drawing.
I understand
about the job, but don't work too much.
Stay the
hell away from Remy. That's the oldest excuse in the book. The
David kid sounds nicer. Ask him out if you like him. Who wouldn't
want to go out with you?
Logan
Hope you
like the present. And spend the money how you want.
July 10th
Dear Logan,
I loved
it! I don't think I've ever gotten anything so beautiful. I wear
silver all the time, and the little pearls on the bracelet make it just perfect.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I did what
you suggested and asked David out. We had a good time, but when he
tried to kiss me good night, I had to explain about my skin. I think
he was a little surprised, and he acted a little weird. But he sat
beside me again today and asked me to have coffee with him after class, and
he seemed kind of OK with it. I'm leaving the next move up to him.
Remy
good lord, that boy doesn't know when to quit. Jubes let it leak that
I was dating someone at school and Remy was all over me about who it was
and why was I dating him instead of Remy? You'd think he'd never been
turned down for a date before, and, come to think of it, he's so good looking,
that might be true. Anyway, I was starting to get kind of pissed off
about the whole thing, and we ended up having a screaming fight right out
in the hall. Well, I tried to get the last word in and walk away, but
he grabbed me by the arm. It was covered, thank God, but that just
made me see red. I whirled around and backhanded him as hard as I could.
I think he was just shocked. I started yelling how I didn't want him
to ever lay a hand on me ever again, and Storm came up the stairs and shooed
him away. I saw him the next day and we both kind of apologized, and
let it go at that. I hope he'll leave it alone.
I want you
to know I've spent about $400 of the money on canvases, brushes, and paint.
I wanted to get going in oils again, and I didn't want to wait for class.
It's a little frivolous, I know, but I really feel at home in oils.
I've been putting away my job money for a car, and I hope it's OK if I take
some of your money for it too. Let me know next letter.
I miss you
and hope you are OK. I would write more, but I have to work on a project
for class. I hope the cool present makes up for the lack of letter length.
Rogue
July 24th
Hey Kid,
Best present
yet. Where did you learn to draw motorcycles like that?
You tell
this Remy bastard from me to stay the hell away from you. As it is,
he ain't gonna be happy to see me when I come back. You smack him again
if he gets fresh, or tell Scooter or Chuck.
I said spend
the money how you want, and a car and the art stuff sound good to me.
Listen, I
need to do a few things, and I'll be incommunicado for a while. Keep
writing, and you can send stuff to this PO, I'll come back to it. Just
don't worry if you don't hear from me for a little while.
Logan
Take care
of yourself.
August 1st
Dear Logan,
I hope you're
OK. The last letter had me a little worried. But I'm just going
to keep writing, like you said.
David finally
asked me out again. We had fun. I can tell he's scared of my
skin, but trying not to be. I don't know if I'll go out with him again
or not. He's so uncomfortable around me, and I feel like he's doing
it to show he's open-minded or whatever.
I got a
surprise in the mail today. It was a letter from my momma back in Mississippi.
I don't know how she knew where to find me. It said that my daddy died,
and that I could come down to see her if I wanted. That's it.
I don't know what I was expecting maybe I still love you Marie, please
come home. I don't know. I have to stop wishing for things I'll
never have. You know, I don't really want to talk about that anymore.
I got another
oil painting displayed at the gallery. It's the train, like I said.
I made the owner promise on pain of, well, pain, that she'd let me approve
the buyer beforehand. God knows I don't need this one hanging in Sabretooth's
living room or something. I'm hoping that some normal person will actually
like it and buy it. Wouldn't that be a nice change of pace in my life?
Sorry.
I'm in a rotten mood, and I shouldn't have written. I'll write again
in a few days. Miss you.
Rogue
Sorry no
present this time
August 5th
Dear Logan,
I did go
out again with David, and my mood is improved. We had a good time, and
I decided even if he's not doing it just because he likes me, I can still
go out and have fun, right? So I did.
I have to
register for the fall session and I can't decide between pottery and sculpture.
I'm taking oils for sure, I just couldn't wait. I'm thinking maybe
pottery something totally new. And useful. Maybe you'll
start getting vases and ashtrays for presents.
I got a
car a used Jeep. Not the most practical choice, as Scott incessantly
reminds me, but it's what I wanted. I like having my own car, not having
to ask to borrow one. I only used $1,000 of your money I made
the rest up from my savings, and I don't want to hear a word about that.
Really. I'll take you for a ride when you get back. It has a
soft top. I just love it!
I know you
said you'd be a while, and I'm a little worried about that, so I decided
on short, but more frequent letters. But I did manage a present this
time hope you like it. I think it's the best one I've done (ha,
ha), but let me know what you think. I bet the motorcycle's still your
favorite :)
Rogue
I'm not
going to say I miss you because you know that and I'm not going to say I
hope you're OK because I don't want to jinx anything.
September
2nd
Dear Logan,
OK, so not
as frequent as I'd hoped. When you read this, sit down, and let me start
by telling you that I am absolutely OK. Really.
I was parking
my car and heading to class when out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from
behind. It turned out to be Sabretooth. He had me in his truck
before I even knew what hit me. He was covered head to toe, and I couldn't
touch him anywhere, even if I wanted to. I was very scared, and I called
out to the Professor in my head. We drove for two hours fifteen minutes
(I was trying to keep track of how far we'd gone, even though I couldn't see
anything out the back of the truck) and he left me in the truck for about
a half hour.
When he
finally got me out, he dragged me to this little shack, and I realized we
were out in the woods. He hit me right in the side of the head, and
he must have knocked me out, because when I woke up, I was tied to a chair
in the middle of the room. He hadn't said a word to me the whole time,
and I was getting freaked out. He just kept pacing back and forth in
front of me. Finally, he bent down real close to me, and I could've
touched his face with mine, but I didn't really want to do that unless I
had no other choice. I don't want that sick bastard in my head, ever,
and I was hoping the Professor heard me and help was on the way.
When he
didn't move for a couple minutes, I couldn't take it any more and asked what
he wanted. He said that Magneto knew things about his past and he wanted
to know them. He said he knew I still had Magneto in my head.
I told him I didn't know anything, but he said he'd change my mind about
that, and I started to get this cold, sinking feeling. So I tried to
find Magneto, and here's the really weird part all those thoughts
just came right up. I saw everything Magneto knew about the guy.
It wasn't very pretty.
Anyway, that's
when Scott and the others must've shown up because Sabretooth turned to the
door fast, like he smelled them. Long story short Scott got knocked
out when Sabretooth hit him with part of the house, Jean got knocked out when
Sabretooth threw her into a tree, and 'Ro got knocked out when Sabretooth
grabbed her by the leg and sent her flying into the side of a hill.
Luckily, I got out of the ropes in the mean time and snuck up on him from
behind while he was busy with 'Ro. I grabbed for a knife he had on
the bed, and I stabbed him right in the back of the neck. I'm pretty
sure I severed his spinal cord. Jean came to, and we all got the hell
out of there.
I wouldn't
have told you this at all, because I know you'll just worry, but the things
Magneto knew Sabretooth's past it looked a lot like your nightmares,
Logan. There were military people, medical people, and a lab.
Lots of water in a tank, some kind of experiments going on. I figured
you should know. Maybe it will help.
From then
on, I've been really careful going to and from school, and it's been very
quiet not a lot of action for the x-team. So don't worry.
We're all fine.
Write soon.
I need to hear from you, and know you're OK.
Rogue
September
4th
Dear Logan,
I do not
mean to transgress on your privacy or Rogue's, however, I suspected that
she'd been writing you. If this reaches you, please consider coming
home. Rogue had a run-in with Sabretooth. She was injured, severely,
but it was she who managed to disable Sabretooth long enough for all of us
to make an escape. She is recovering, but she spent almost two weeks
in the medlab. She lost a lot of blood, and is still somewhat out of
sorts, even though she has insisted on returning to school. She will
not discuss in detail what occurred in that cabin, but we found her tied
to a chair, and her nightmares have increased in frequency and intensity.
She will only say that she will be fine, and I am worried. Perhaps
she will talk with you.
Ororo
September
5th
Dear Logan,
Whatever
'Ro wrote to you, ignore it. I'm fine, really. I could smell
her all over my dresser and on the slip of paper with your address.
She's just overreacting. I'm fine. Everything is still quiet
here.
I hope you're
OK. Please write as soon as you can. And there's no law against
calling, you know.
Rogue
September
12th
"I want
to speak to Rogue."
"Oui, may
I say who is calling?"
"Are you
Remy?"
"Oui, and
who might you be?"
"You stay
the hell away from Rogue, do you understand me, dickhead?"
"Ah, you
must be Wolverine, no? De one on Rogue's tags."
"Damn straight,
bub. Put her on the phone."
"Now, do
you wan' me to put la belle femme on de phone or do you wan' me to stay the
hell away from her, homme? It seems dat Remy can' do both."
"Do you
wanna keep your right ball or your left one?"
"I'll get
her."
..........................
"Hello?
Logan?"
"Yeah, kid.
What the hell is going on there?"
"Oh, God,
I wish 'Ro hadn't written to you. I knew she'd say something to make
you worry, and really, it's fine."
"Getting
kidnapped by Sabretooth isn't fucking fine!"
"Logan
"
"Goddamn
it! Can't they keep you safe for a single minute?"
"Logan
"
"I swear,
when I get my hands on him, I'm gonna "
"LOGAN!
I am fine. Jean is fine. We are all fine."
"Like hell
you are. 'Ro said you lost a lot of blood."
"Damn."
"Well?!"
"I wish
she hadn't told you that. I lost a little blood, yes, due to the, um,
clawing, but I'm fine now."
"What the
hell did he do to you?"
"Nothing.
Nothing very bad. Really, Logan."
"Marie,
darlin', just tell me what he did to you. Please."
"He, uh,
gave me a concussion, and he tied me to a chair. I told you that in
the letter."
"What else?"
"He, um,
clawed at me a little when I didn't tell him what Magneto knew. He
made some, um, gashes across my stomach and legs. He hit a vein or
something in my thigh. It's really just some scratches, and I'll be
fine."
"Shit.
Fuck. Damn."
"I'm fine,
really. I promise. You know I wouldn't promise if I wasn't.
What about you? Are you OK?"
"What?"
"Are you
OK, Logan?"
"Yeah.
Look, do you want medo you want me to come back?"
"No.
Absolutely not. I'm just fine."
"Kid, I'll
come back if you need "
"No.
No way. Do what you need to do. Come back when you're ready.
I'll be here.........Have you found anything?"
"Nothing
good."
"Logan?"
................................
"Listen,
Marie, I don't have much longer on this phone card. You write to me,
same PO box. I'll be home soon. I just gotta do one more thing,
then I'm coming home."
"Take care
of yourself, Logan. I miss you."
"Same here,
kid. Be careful."
"I will."
"Bye, Marie."
"Bye."
"Hey
"
"Yeah?"
"The picture
you sent, it was the best one. It was beautiful."
"I was kidding
when I said that. It's just a drawing of me, Logan."
"Exactly.
Bye, kid."
"Bye."
September
13
Dear Logan,
I'm really,
really, really very sorry about Sabretooth. I was careless and stupid
and I should really know enough to be a little more aware when I'm outside
the mansion. I didn't mean to make you worry, but please believe me
when I say I'm fine now.
I hope you
found everything you were looking for, and I hope you know you can talk to
me about any of it. You're in my head, Logan, and I know you well enough
to know that there's nothing that'll scare me or make me feel differently
about you. Just in case you were wondering.
More poems.
All Ahkmatova.
Marie
He didn't
mock me, he didn't praise
As friends
would have, and enemies.
He only
left me his soul
And said
Look after it.
And one
thing troubles me:
If he dies
now,
God's archangel
will come to me
For his
soul.
How then
will I conceal it,
Keep it
a secret from God?
This soul,
which sings and cries,
Ought to
be in His paradise.
Don't be
afraid - I can still portray
What we
resemble now.
You are
a ghost - or a man passing through
And for
some reason I cherish your shade.
For a while
you were my Aneas -
It was then
I escaped by fire.
We know
how to keep quiet about one another.
And you
forgot my cursed house.
You forgot
those hands stretched out to you
In horror
and torment, through flame,
And the
report of blasted dreams.
You don't
know for what you were forgiven.....
It's not
that I am searching for you,
I don't
admit to such a fate,
But I will
place you in this close-up,
I will draw
you in that landscape.
September
15th
Marie,
I'm on my
way. I might get there before this does. Sit tight, kid.
Don't apologize
for Sabretooth. Not your fault. And I always worry.
Listen, kid,
we gotta talk when I get there. I don't know what you've been thinking,
but I've been thinking that maybe it's time to get you out of there for a
while. They can find you way to easy there. I know you've got
classes and all, but I've been looking into it and there are art schools
in lots of places. If you wanna stay, we'll work something out.
Logan
I don't
know if I can ever tell you about the shit I found.
I've never
read poems like that in my life.
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