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[A scrap of paper containing what appear to be ideas for a love letter.]
Can't compare her to the moon or the stars or any of that rubbish because she lives underground... she ain't got any scabs or boils so can't compliment the best ones... might think i'm too small, tell her I'll buy a footstool for when we're kissin'... put some dead spiders in my hair next time i see her... probably just send her some bits of people wot I killed...