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My Dear Doctor, The path has never seemed more slow and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. Hurry then my love, my days grow shorter now and I am so very weak. Godspeed my lonely angel.
The Girl In The Fireplace
