Dear Landis, Austin stares at the two words he’s written so far, the tip of his pen making tiny, black pockmarks in between the lines as he taps it against the page. He takes a deep breath, twisting the pen back in between thumb and forefinger, and forces himself to start writing again.
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Dear Landis, Austin stares at the two words he’s written so far, the tip of his pen making tiny, black pockmarks in between the lines as he taps it against the page. He takes a deep breath, twisting the pen back in between thumb and forefinger, and forces himself to start writing again.