It's a Graves thing (soundofwings) wrote in doors, @ 2013-06-09 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, scarecrow |
[Ian R]
[After she's been staying in his home for two or three days. She hasn't been back to her own apartment, and has been wearing the things he's purchased for her, a refill of her own wardrobe with a few things that are much nicer (which she's avoided so far as they're a bit too nice). She sneaks out of her room to leave a note on his desk in his office, tucked under his pen. It's on the note paper that she found in the drawer of the small writing table in her room. The strikeouts are actually crossed out, but still vaguely visible.]
Ian,
I was wondering if I might have our the address here so that I may switch my grocery delivery from my apartment for now. I also wanted to thank you for allowing me access to your own groceries in the past few days. It has been very generous of you. Hopefully I will not have to impose on you like that for much longer.
Thank you,
Iris R