Mr. Pettigrew,

You know, I've written enough sad, self-deprecatory letters in my life to know that you're not okay. In fact, I could almost hear you reading this letter in that drab, sad voice of yours. If it means anything, I think your character is only little questionable. Not terrible. Definitely not any worse than mine—you don't know half the things I've done, but that's probably for the best.

Anyways, I know the article is rough. Don't forget that you have people who care. I pushed them all away—don't make that mistake.

Irish

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