I’d never had the opportunity to throw a letter threatening my life into a fire before, but I imagined it must feel really good. But while Frederick was comfortably off, and his home was filled with the kinds of comforts usually only enjoyed by the comfortably off, he didn’t have a working fireplace. And so the stupid letter sat there like the crumpled-up wad of nasty Denny’s menu it was rather than bursting into a far more satisfying ball of flames.
omfg reggie i cannot !!!
