:13:01
She makes no mention of anything that would give her away
:13:05
At first I figure she'll send another note or 2 before her young mind moves on to better things
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But every thursday, another 1 arrives
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What a sweet kid
:13:17
I do my best to keep my hand from shaking when I reach for it
:13:21
She's the only friend I got
:13:23
The daughter I never had
:13:25
My sweet Cordelia
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Skinny little Nancy Callahan
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8 years pass
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Then comes a Thursday when I bound from my cot, excited as a kid at Christmas
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Only to find myself staring at the damn floor of my damn cell
:13:47
Looking for a letter from Nancy that isn't there
:13:51
Then another Thursday with no letter
:13:54
Is she alright?
:13:55
Did something happen to her?
:13:58
Nothing
:14:00
2 months now. Not a word from Nancy
:14:04
Did they find her? Did they get to her?
:14:08
Of course. Stupid old man
:14:11
Do your math. Nancy's 19 years old. How long did you expect her to keep writing?
:14:18
She was a saint to give it up as long as she did
:14:21
She's forgotten you, old man
:14:25
You're alone. You're all alone
:14:36
This guy smells awful, like bad food
:14:40
Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer
:14:44
He stinks so bad, I want to throw up
:14:57
Practically knocked my head off, the bastard