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Dear Crowley,

I started a letter to you a couple of days ago, but then things sort of blew up (not literally) around here. Meg Giry -- I think you know her; small, blonde ballerina, likes coffee -- Meg was shot and killed in the greenhouse. We don't know who did it, though Anthy was found with her just after. So, things've been tense, and confusing, and really not very pleasant.

Are you coming home this weekend? I hope you do, even if it's just to come sit on our sofa and glare at Sunny while she tries to paint your toenails sparkly. I miss you, Crowley, and I'm still worried.

We need you.

Love from
'Dora

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Dear Aziraphael,

How are things in Rome? We've not heard from you lately, so I hope all is well.

Things are not so well here, I'm afraid. Meg Giry -- you know, the ballerina -- she was shot and killed in the greenhouse the other night, and Anthy's the only suspect. It's not been an easy few days. Add to that the fact that I'm still worried about Crowley, and that makes me really wish you were here. Please, if you get the chance at all, come home soon for a visit. We miss you very much, and we're needing the family about now.

Hope I see you soon.

Love from
Nymphadora