No name, no address, so it's another day or two before Anders will find a sheet of lined paper torn out of a notebook folded snugly and slipped under the door of his hotel, addressed to "A". His handwriting is sloppy, punctuated throughout with violently scribbled passages that are still fairly legible to the trained, patient eye.
That letter is a really tough act to follow. I guess I'll say that I wasn't expecting to hear from you again but it's totally cool a really great surprise. The stalking is kind of weird. But your super old school right? So I guess you're probably "of your time" or something. IDK. It's kind of hotromanticnormal for me so don't frowned on, so be careful. But yeah it wasn't the drinks. I thought it was you TBH. I think about it a lot when I'm. Sometimes I thought I dreamed it, so I'll be honest this is a little real/surreal to me. That was a weird night, we should talk when we're not drunk. I'm way open to testing magic. Here's the address of the place I work, or if the lights are on at my house I'm home. Or my roommate knows where to find me. Really glad I didn't make a bad impression LOL I was worried. Come find me. Tell me your real name.
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