Clark,
A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this.
If you followed the instructions you'll be in Paris on one of those
chairs that never sit quite level on the pavement. I hope it's still sunny.
Across the bridge to your right you will see L'Artisan Parfumeur. You should
try the scent call Papillons Extreme. I always did think it would smell great on you.
There are a few things I wanted to say and couldn't, because you have got all
emotional and you wouldn't have let me finish. So, here it is. When you get back home,
Michael Lawler will give you access to a bank account that contains enough
to give you a new beginning. Don't stopping panicking. It's not enough for you to
sit around for the rest of you life, but it should buy you your freedom. At least from
that little town we both call home.
Live boldly, Clark. Push yourself. Don't settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride.
Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them
to you has eased something for me. So, this is it.
You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in
with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes. And your bad jokes and your
complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.
Don't think of me too often. I don't want you getting sad.
Just live well.
Just live.
I'll be walking beside you every step of the way.
Love, Will