Stuck.
*Unsent letters to Amycus. Never finished and crumpled into paper balls littered around the loft*
May 19, 1978
Amycus, you prick.
When I find that muggle you're fucking, I will skin him alive and tie him on an anthill. I'll make you watch while he
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May 22, 1978
Amycus.
I can't believe you lied to me. I had to learn from YAXLEY that you've been tossed out by your father. Yeah, I talk to Yaxley now. You see how so many things can change just as
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May 22, 1978
Amycus.
You lied to me. I hope you choke suffocate get run over by a muggle car
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May 23, 1978
WHERE ARE YOU??
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May 25, 1978
Dear Mister Carrow,
I'm writing this letter concerning your son, Amycus. My name is Antonin Dolohov, your son's lo
Antonin Dolohov. I have been staying wi
Antonin Dolohov. We've met before
Evangelos Wilkes, a friend of Amycus from Hogwarts. No one seems to be able to reach him these days. I was hoping you might know where he is. We're very concerned. GREAT HAIRY BOLLOCKS TO THIS.
YARBLES. Fuck.
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May 26, 1978
Amy,
I miss you. Where are you? I need to know you're safe. Are you with that muggle scum you've picked up? You should get yourself tested. You don't know what sorts of diseases you can get from them. I hear they have fleas.
I'm sorry. I miss you. You can keep the bloody muggle if you want. Just don't let me find
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May 27, 1978
Amycus.
The house is empty withou
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I hate my job, Yaxley. You should know that.
But for fifteen galleons a week and an extra cigarette break, I'll grin through anything. The smell of dishwater and detergent forever stuck on my hands makes thing so much clearer now.
For fifteen galleons, I've never longed for death more.
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May 30, 1979
Amycus.
Byron's chewed through your throw pillows. He treks mud all over the floor. I think he misses you. I think you should come home.
Ant.