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[martelandmany]

[She sounds perplexed but put together.]

To whomever left me this letter... I apologize, but I'll have to decline. I'd not have made this public, but I know of no other method to contact you.

[Referring to the 'meet me X at X-o-clock' admirer note from "Cupid" AKA Aerith.]

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[fortunefail]

[By now, he's realized that the journals are safe this year, so he has no problem with replying to Martel.]

A letter?

[martelandmany]

From an admirer. [She sounds skeptical, but not in an unkind way.]

[fortunefail]

A what?!

[martelandmany]

My sentiments exactly. You can see the letter, if you'd like... the handwriting is awfully feminine.

[martelandmany]

I'd have assumed the same, but then, why would one go through all the trouble?

[martelandmany]

'Results'? To have one's pride cut down before the entirety of the village?