Sabine,
Things have become so difficult. I musn’t write again. This whole affair has gotten too intense. Too real Sabine, you don’t exist. … I invented you…I’ve started to think I’m in love with you. Before it takes me over it has to stop.
Goodbye.
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Griffin,
Foolish man. You can not turn me into a phantom because you are frightened. You do not dismiss a muse at whim. If you will not join me — then I shall come to you.
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