Forgive me for not writing sooner. It was nearly noon on the 1st of August I unfurled fresh parchment with the intent to write a letter that would see you cease all contact with me forever, but the sudden dissipation of the fog seemed like a warning—or perhaps a plea from fate—not to proceed.

I have thought for many long hours about our recent exchange and can not find it in my heart to say I never wish to see you again. I wish I could express my true feelings—my affection, my fears, my desires—through writing, but I know I lack the eloquence to do so. We should meet, but in private, where no one might ever see us.

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— MJ is MAGICAL —