The next day he’d written: You will have to leave your room. Your lilies look like they need water. And the next day it read: I’ve watered your lilies, you cruel Reaper. And the very next: You must miss me. Surely, you miss me. Then again, the very next: Let me see you. Fine, let Tommy see you. And another: Come out of that damn home and glare at me, shout at me, come out and throw rocks at me, and tell me every single thing you hate about me, but just come out. Please. I can let you throw stuff at Tommy, too, if you’d like. PS: Your lilies are looking a little sad. Are their stems supposed
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