Dear Blair,

[Bill Collins]

Blair, his deceased fiance and love of his life. He writes letters to her, secretly in a leather bound journal that she had gifted him when he was hired at the city post in Sterling, Scotland. He wrote the ideas for his stories, but he hasn't had the heart to write any articles or to pick up his journalism again since her death and when he resigned from his job. Since he moved to America, and started over, he's taken to writing updates to Blair, though he knows it actually isn't helping him.

[Bill Collins]

entry one

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Blair,

I've been here for a few months already. The staff keeps a respectable distance and in general hasn't pried into my past or reasons from becoming a powers trainer instead of keeping to my career in journalism. While I appreciate the courtesy, I find it odd the curiosity is nonexistent. I can't help but compare this place to Kocher, in Switzerland. I told you about the school. It's so gorgeous up in the mountains. I know I promised to take you there, one day. I'm sorry I couldn't keep it.

Hammel is quaint, and near mountains but not in the thick of it. The weather is soggy and cold. Just like home, though I've already seen the sun quite a bit more than I thought I would. I haven't yet been able to drive. This right-hand driving on the left side of the car is strange, but everything is close to the cottage. I go on a run with Disco everyday, so don't worry, I am keeping his heart in good condition and feed him meat and plants like you did and none of that processed dog food. Bernard has really taken to hunting with me too, but it's not season right now. I'll take Lucy duck hunting one of these days.

I love you,

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[Bill Collins]

entry two

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Blair,

Hunting season is over. I have enough meat stored away to feed the whole Collins clan for the winter. It's almost strange, not seeing them everyday. I talk to Ma and Da all the time. Gran isn't doing as good for a hundred and five year old. It's getting closer and closer to that time. Over the summer I might go back to see her one last time, but I have a feeling you'll haunt me there. I'm so sorry, Blair.

Our family has grown by one. A cute little Samoyed. I named her Chibi because of her fluffy puppy form, you would love her. She has grown quite a bit since I've gotten her, and Bernard doesn't exactly understand the concept that the puppy cannot play like Disco.

I love you,

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