Dear --,

The last time we spoke I was in costume and in love. You will not remember it, but you were wearing an ------ Ring with a costume of your own. I cannot describe the costume I wore as I am currently in costume, character, cognito, and always; love. I am also in danger, trepidation, desperation, and --------- Station. Do not come here. Here is noisy, crowded, risky, and you could not recognize me in my concealing outfit or locate my uncomfortable hiding place. Just as my knees ache from my hiding place, my heart aches from our separtation. There is no moment during the lengthy and noisy hours spent here in costume, character, cognito, danger, trepidation, desperation, and always; love, that I do not think of you. Alas, as our circumstances are turning to the worst, I fear this may be the best way of my reaching you, if this reaches you. Should it not reach you I can only hope I do reach you before our enemies reach you. Until I can reach you properly and hold you endearingly, please continue to visit this page so you may receive future furtive messages and so you might enjoy reading the various fictional documents I now have ample time to produce whilst waiting here. Lastly before I end this message I must tell you how very pleased I was to see the graffiti you made here (And how displeased Y was to see it!). You have clearly honed your talents since I last was able to see your artwork. In this menacing place it gives me hope, quite akin to the hope giving quality of the pertrified trolls Frodo encounters in the "Lord of the Ring."

As always; love and affection,

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