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Hey, it’s me again – your Scara-aramouche. Gods that feels weird to write. I might have to wipe your memory one day and burn these lettters.
So, this is your monthly reminder to join the Fatui. Even if it’s fuck-off cold in Snezhnaya, I’d feel safe with you near. Archons I write sappy at night.
Did I tell you Pantalone has been commissioning doujins of me with the 11th? With his network, he should see these letters before I finish writing them. Fuck off Pantalone! You smell of fungus infections no matter how much perfume you put on!
I feel a bit better now, since what happened… I won’t specify, I’ll just tell you; I miss you.
-Your Scara-aramouche.
