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Mother dearest,
said the letter scratched on the windowsill,
I wanted out of here, so I let myself down.

I left you the hair, in case you wanted to
try climbing the tower again.
I think it’ll grow back pretty quickly.
I promise to send you something nice,
so don’t miss me.

Love,
R.




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