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Domino —

 

No direct results.

Alternate plan necessary.  McGuire spilled everything.  Puts us one step closer to Stoddard and the herpetologists.

Getting McGuire is most important directive.

Alert ground crews.

 

Bring a welcoming committee to Logan.

Once he leads us to Stoddard, call the Mongoose.

Xrays should be revealing.

 

— Blackjack

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The relief I feel is tantamount to the horror I’ve lived for eighteen years.  I just wish they’d snap to it.

ECS

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People think I don’t love my mother.

I’m about to have six chances to let Jason know much I do.

C-Sto

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Domino —

Good work on pulling the Interpol records on McGuire.  Customs is really snoozing.  I may hold off on the IRA jazz.  There’s only so much intel I need to zap the wedding.  That’s a Fat Man I’ll drop if Little Boy still isn’t enough.

Anything on BC?

— Blackjack

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It is impossible to relate to you what this day has meant to me.

Carolyn, while we used to be closer, and while this day was not all that it might have been for you, it held inestimable value for me.  No, your sanction of that wedding was hardly necessary, but your willingness to grant it was a magnanimous gesture worthy of the name, Collins.

Dearest David, that you should share with me the secrets of youth and your excavations around Collinwood?  You are a gem, and that gift from you to me was a kindness no words can communicate.  (I could never get your father to divulge the secrets coves, nooks, and crannies!  You made me feel just like Pat Savage, and fulfilled a lifelong dream!)

Keep these notes of thanks, both of you.  You have so often been my happiness, and I so dearly wish I had told…

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Tonight, I came upon Mrs. Stoddard standing atop Widow’s Hill and, thinking she was to jump, scared her senseless as I caught her from the edge.  I continue to be drawn to that hill.  She has a bent toward the acceleration of mortality.  Again, I speak of my concerns and they are none the wiser.  I asked if death or life contained more torment — ironic subjects on the eve of her wedding.

She is clearly terribly unhappy with the Irish Irritant, and so his death cannot come soon enough.  But how to be subtle?

The spectrum of life and death becomes increasingly unclear.  I hope quite fervently that Sarah is indeed returning.  However, I have no idea how I would respond were I to see her again.  But I want it fervently.

My attention remains on finding companionship.  Attempting to navigate my loneliness, I have found myself attracted once…

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