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Sadly you are dead now. But don’t let that get you down.
Yours truely, Ryan.
Rest in pippingtons.
I hope this message finds you well, I understand you were stabbed once again in the same nightclub all those years ago. I am writing to you to inform that we have not yet finished Battleblock Theater and was hoping to finish before I too succumb to a nightclub stabbing.
All the best
Nozza
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.”