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Letters: Much Too Young

“Don’t be such an old man!”
“Yuffie, I am an old man.”
She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at me. “You don’t look it. I don’t know why you have to act it.”

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Letters: Unspoken

Neither one of them spoke, as if asking would jinx it. Words and sentences would mean thinking about what was happening. Better to just go with it.
Cloud’s hands were in Vincent’s hair, tightly tangled, but the taller man didn’t care. His attention was on Cloud’s lips and neck, how smooth the skin was.
This wasn’t about [...]

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Letters: Training Exercise

“Don’t miss, pretty boy.”
“Don’t distract me.”
“You have to learn how to work under stress.”
“The entire point of sniping is that I’m way up here, away from anything that could possibly distract me except for a few amorous pigeons.”
“And yet distractions keep coming. Me, for instance. Or that woman in the skimpy bikini behind the target–”
“You [...]

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Letters: Wake Up Call

Dear Cloud,
I know it’s bad form to leave someone to wake up alone. I hope you will understand why I couldn’t stay and tell you in person. I’m really not very good with confrontations that don’t end in gunshots.

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Letters: Sunday

The first shot wasn’t so bad. It made me vomit until I shook, but no big deal. Lucrecia held my hair while I was sick, and took the sample for my father.
The second and third samples were in the mail before we heard back. That week, I went in with Dad’s orders to try to [...]

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Letters: Everyone Says Hi

Dear Vinny,
Everyone says hi. I hope Shinra’s treating you okay.

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Letters: Afraid

“I wish I was smarter.”
“Stop it, Vin,” she tells me.

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Letters: Alchemy

Cloud,
Apologies for walking out on you when you asked me about going back to see Lucrecia.

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Cloud,
Unless the unforeseeable has also caught up with you, I will not be there when you arrive.

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Letters: First Time

Vincent sprawled on his apartment couch in boxer shorts and button-down shirt, his tie knotted like a noose around his neck.

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