To: Alexandra Ujo

[sadtranslation]

Sanzio-san;

I would be grateful if you'd excuse me such a feebleness, such a soft corner for everything and everyone that surrounded me in the period of the last months. The way you approach me can't be defined by the most complicated behaviorism theory, can't be justified by good or bad habits, traditionalist equivocue, lack or surplus of the religious moral or the violation of the reference guide for the BigMAX products. It's different as the pitch-dark depths of the differential calculus, terminal as the velocity of photons in the hadronic collider.

I had been your passenger, your pleasurer and that ideologically shaped bare-breast ostentation of Gallic revolutionary spirit that comes to my mind every time I return to this place. How many times had the hordes of opponents fallen in front of us two or us the legion? I understood that I never cared to add this to the list, to record the effort. I must go, Refaello, and then return, rinse and repeat. And while it's hardly elegant and not smart for today to ask about our promises made to each other when we were just a random Kusari girl and a self-assured bastard from Gallia, planning the time to spend together on making the world better.

Or you can just tell 'that lil' snake' to take her 'little king of snakes', tell that female bastard to take her culverins and stop bothering you - but the point is - I would be back anytime soon.

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