Harry,

As I sort my affaires, I’m sending along a book of interest that you may find fascinating.

Also an old paperweight I swiped off your desk some years ago.

V. Iago

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I had wondered what happened to that paperweight. It was a nice one, heavy, and did a wonderful job keeping the paperwork from scattering across my desk. I’ll admit, I’m surprised to see it return. What’s the occasion? Sentiment? Guilt? Either way, I appreciate seeing it on my desk once more.

As for the book, consider me intrigued, though I’m wary when you use words like of interest. I will thumb through it and write if I find it of interest to me. Things haven't settled much since the fog incident.

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Harry,

You think my nature capable of guilt? It was merely cluttering space I needed.

I've read about the fog in The Prophet. I do hope it's not too terrible a time without me.

V. Iago

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