The second letter was screaming to be opened. I could hear it, I could see it jump around on the table like a spoilt child. Open me. Open me . Read me. Do me! Trust had taken over my very soul and I knew that I could not leave without finding out what was in the letter. But the finding out was the key to doing. One of the rules was, that if I opened it, I had to go through with it. In
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