Disclaimer: I own nothing. As of sometime in the preferably near future, I
might. Scratch that. In the near future, I WILL!!! BWAHAHA!!!
A/N: Ummm . . . hi.
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E-mail number two:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
Hello. I must say I was surprised when I saw your e-mail. You were the last person I was expecting to hear from, although much more preferable to anyone else who e-mails me these days. And, just in case you were wondering, I have no idea what's eating up all of your spare time, which must be most of it. I'd be quite surprised if you have a job, but then again considering who I'm talking about, I guess I wouldn't be surprised at all.
As for the lambs, your right. As always. No matter what I pretend to be, you always know what's actually going on. How you do this, I'm not sure, but then again, if the most brilliant psychologists can't figure you out, I can't say I'm surprised that I can't. I'm not a genius like you.
You said you were observing me. If that is so, you're doing an excellent job. I had no idea until you told me, but I wouldn't, would I? I wonder if you are watching me now, while I write this. It wouldn't surprise me a bit, but I do hope you give me some privacy. Everyone, including me, needs some. But I won't do anything to deter you, such as closing shades or anything like that unless I really need to.
Thank you for telling me about your life at the moment, although it's subject to change at any moment. I am glad that you are enjoying yourself and wish that I was as much as you tell me you are. I'm very happy that you finally got your view and wish that I could've provided it for you 13 years ago when you had first asked. I know you won't tell me what you are missing, but I hope that it isn't too important. If there is anything I can do to help, feel free to ask.
Of course I won't tell the F.B.I. about you. You know I wouldn't. And I do indeed remember when Paul planted the letter in my basement on instruction from Mason. How could I forget? It almost got me fired after all. As for getting together, I'd love to. Name a time and a place. You know where I am and I don't know where you are.
I need to go now, so we'll talk later.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. I'd love to wear the dress, as well as the shoes. I'm afraid I don't know how to act properly at a very fancy restaurant; I don't even know when the last time I went to one was.
By the way, I hope I don't sound to much like you. I've been listening to some tapes that Barney had given me a while ago, and after reading your e- mail I think that some of your eloquence has rubbed off on me. Ta ta,
C
Pps. See? I just signed it "Ta ta, C." I think I'll go do something that doesn't involve your way of life. Bye.
A/N: Ummm . . . hi.
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E-mail number two:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
Hello. I must say I was surprised when I saw your e-mail. You were the last person I was expecting to hear from, although much more preferable to anyone else who e-mails me these days. And, just in case you were wondering, I have no idea what's eating up all of your spare time, which must be most of it. I'd be quite surprised if you have a job, but then again considering who I'm talking about, I guess I wouldn't be surprised at all.
As for the lambs, your right. As always. No matter what I pretend to be, you always know what's actually going on. How you do this, I'm not sure, but then again, if the most brilliant psychologists can't figure you out, I can't say I'm surprised that I can't. I'm not a genius like you.
You said you were observing me. If that is so, you're doing an excellent job. I had no idea until you told me, but I wouldn't, would I? I wonder if you are watching me now, while I write this. It wouldn't surprise me a bit, but I do hope you give me some privacy. Everyone, including me, needs some. But I won't do anything to deter you, such as closing shades or anything like that unless I really need to.
Thank you for telling me about your life at the moment, although it's subject to change at any moment. I am glad that you are enjoying yourself and wish that I was as much as you tell me you are. I'm very happy that you finally got your view and wish that I could've provided it for you 13 years ago when you had first asked. I know you won't tell me what you are missing, but I hope that it isn't too important. If there is anything I can do to help, feel free to ask.
Of course I won't tell the F.B.I. about you. You know I wouldn't. And I do indeed remember when Paul planted the letter in my basement on instruction from Mason. How could I forget? It almost got me fired after all. As for getting together, I'd love to. Name a time and a place. You know where I am and I don't know where you are.
I need to go now, so we'll talk later.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. I'd love to wear the dress, as well as the shoes. I'm afraid I don't know how to act properly at a very fancy restaurant; I don't even know when the last time I went to one was.
By the way, I hope I don't sound to much like you. I've been listening to some tapes that Barney had given me a while ago, and after reading your e- mail I think that some of your eloquence has rubbed off on me. Ta ta,
C
Pps. See? I just signed it "Ta ta, C." I think I'll go do something that doesn't involve your way of life. Bye.