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Freddy Lounds or Dr Chilton

Freddy Lounds.

Forgive me for saying so, Will, but I'd sooner watch and enjoy how things will pan our with your little pet before continuing to deal with the so-called-doctor Chilton's poor administration.

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My Dearest Will,

Please, excuse the stationery. Chilton does not seem to understand the irony of affording me naught but butcher paper upon which to write.

But allow me to skip the pleasantries.

It occurs to me that, as you chase this shy boy of ours down, your fear is not for those of whom whose lives are at stake. Future Leedses and Jacobis don’t bother you, though it feels as though they should. Your empathy does not extend in that particular direction, does it ,Will?

No, your fear is for your own family.

And what a shame it would be to see yourself, truly desired, in the deadened mirrors of their eyes.

~ H

PS:My regards to Ms. Lounds. I’m pleased as a peach to hear you’re collaborating once again. 

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You took the part That once was my heart -- 

So why not take all of me?

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alwaysxthestranger replied to your post: I would remember my past without the visible scars.

Maybe confusing some memories with dreams wouldn’t be so terrible.

That's coward's talk, William. You're not a coward.

Are you?

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Ever-helpful layer of breadcrumbs, is that you? Hah. I guess I get enough to keep coming back...

I’ve got to keep you hungry, after all. You are the closest thing I have to a view, you know. I do value our little chats.

Regardless of how you smell.

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Yeah, it'd be a real shame if the bureau got the idea that I'm your errand boy. It'd just ruin my reputation.

I understand, what with your coming in here for these little chin-whacks, that my errand boy is exactly what you are, Will.

You come in, ask me what Crawford wants you to, and then I send you back to him with little morsels of information and insight to help you on your merry way.

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You know I don't listen to much orchestral, Doctor. I wouldn't know.

Damn shame. I’d ask if you could deliver a piece of mail to them, but after our last exchange regarding the unhappy fate of Officer Stewart, I should think you would decline me that favor as well.