Clue 5 Letter
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| - | <blockquote>And right then I realized how much I took my freedom for granted. For as difficult as it was for me to leave my home and strike out as I'd done, for her such a thing would be unthinkable. I felt bad for her spirit's confinement and told her as much, whcih made her very cross indeed. "What good is it," she asked me, "to sacrifice such a precious and radieant moment of freedom as this, reflecting on its rarity?" Her fervor made her even more beautiful and I found myself struck dumb. She threw back her glass with a gulp and grabbed my hand pulling me away from there.</blockquote> | + | <blockquote>And right then I realized how much I took<br> |
| + | my freedom for granted. For as difficult as it was<br> | ||
| + | for me to leave my home and strike out as I'd done,<br> | ||
| + | for her such a thing would be unthinkable.<br><br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | I felt sad for her spirit's confinement and<br> | ||
| + | told her as much, which made her very cross<br> | ||
| + | indeed. "What good is it," she asked me, "to<br> | ||
| + | sacrifice such a precious and radiant moment<br> | ||
| + | of freedom as this, reflecting on its rarity?" <br><br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | Her fervor made her even more beautiful<br> | ||
| + | and I found myself struck dumb. She threw<br> | ||
| + | back her glass with a gulp and grabbed my<br> | ||
| + | hand pulling me away from there.</blockquote> | ||
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[edit] Clue 5 Letter
Part of the artifacts collected during the Clue 5 deaddrop in Chicago.
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And right then I realized how much I took
my freedom for granted. For as difficult as it was
for me to leave my home and strike out as I'd done,
for her such a thing would be unthinkable.
I felt sad for her spirit's confinement and
told her as much, which made her very cross
indeed. "What good is it," she asked me, "to
sacrifice such a precious and radiant moment
of freedom as this, reflecting on its rarity?"
Her fervor made her even more beautiful
and I found myself struck dumb. She threw
back her glass with a gulp and grabbed my
hand pulling me away from there.
