Lester: Sea
Dear Lester,
It won't be long now, I can see the wave; it's damned me. My lungs are free of air. White spots dance before my eyes and the sea is all that's left in the world.
L.D.

Lester: Sea
Dear Lester,
It won't be long now, I can see the wave; it's damned me. My lungs are free of air. White spots dance before my eyes and the sea is all that's left in the world.
L.D.
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