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*The sun in shining through the curtains, and Adam blinks bleary eyes. The stack of letters is still there next to the bed, and he's hit with a rush of embarrassment at how short he was with Alanna last night. And so it is he picks up the pen and a clean sheet of paper.*

Alanna-

I'm sorry. I'll make sure the bar gets the note. I love you.

Adam.