This way, I hope, you will have some closure. I’m going away, will be very far away, before the police get here. This may come as a shock to you. “Police?” you ask. Yes, and here’s why I’ve stayed this long. I wanted to keep you from opening this door, this one in particular. There are things—I’ve left some things in there that I think you shouldn’t ever have to see. You’ll be happier—don’t! I’m a good shot, and I’ll shoot you in the leg before you open that door. Marty, Bill, Jer, they’re all there, what’s left.
My Friend
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