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Part One - Two LettersMy Life: Part One – Two Letters by Silas T. CobbPart One - Two Letters
I remember Tennessee like it was just yesterday. The sleepy town I grew up in was surrounded by fields of all kinds of grain, mostly cotton and corn. I ran around those fields all the time when I was a kid, at least until my mother called for supper. We didn't have much money because of the crash up in New York, but we still had each other.
My dad owned a small record store that struggled, but managed to stay in business. When my older sister, Sunday, and I were very small, he brought home a victrola. We
Apology(On a sheet of paper folded twice in surprisingly good condition)Apology
Looking back, I regret a lot of things. But the one thing I regret the most is what I did to you. Out of the four of you, you probably trusted me the most. And I threw that away for some false paranoia. And nothing I could ever say is going to make it better.
Knowing that, I leave you this to say that I'm sorry.
I realize that I neglected you after the war started. I was obsessed with the idea of being Andrew's number one ally, and some part of me wanted to believe that all those feelings I'd harbored for him would be returned. And to be h
August 13thCamera turns on to show Sander, a few years younger, looking into the lens and smiling as he turns the camera onto Cobb, who's talking to Fitzpatrick; Rodriguez, who's lingering around Cobb and swaying with an obvious drunkeness; and Finnegan, who's sitting at the bar and drinking something, minding his own business. Cobb sees the camera and lifts up an arm to shield his face.August 13th
Cobb: Dammit, Sander! What the hell'd ya bring a camera for?
Rodriguez: Aww. *slings an arm around Cobb's shoulder* Don't tell me you're camera shy, Silas! *laughs and takes a swig of beer*
Fitzpatrick: Leave him alone, Rod.
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*taps fingers on the table* Why can't it all be normal? *feels rather pressured*
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"Stay away from her, or it will be you who is shot next!"
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"Stay away from her, or it will be you who is shot next!"
It's been awful rough for us, Bridgette, what with Cohen always after us. I reckon you know him personally, right?
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"Stay away from her, or it will be you who is shot next!"
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Commissions drawn! Git chore art drawn here! Fresh from the pen of the fickle bitch with the very short attention span.
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