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January 4

Dear Valor,

       I think you misunderstood love. I meant the child in your stomach and the child in my stomach are twins. I hope I'm not having twins, but they haven't been able to tell me how many yet. Sorry that I wasn't clear with my last letter dear. I never meant for the confusion.
       If they're not giving you little blue pills, stop taking them and get out of there. These doctors here know what they're doing… More than the church doctors at least. You're seventeen and pregnant, tell them you need to go to the hospital, and disappear. I have some friends that I made here that could possibly pick you up. I need to know what you think though. I really want you to be as safe as possible, so tell me if you like the idea… if not I'm sure we can figure something out.
       Either way, to let you know, this place is actually a lot better than the church. If you have to make yourself out to be nuts, and get yourself sent here… we'd be together if you don't want to try the idea above.
       I have been doing a lot of things here, it's actually quite calming. It seems like it would be a great thing for you to be able to get out of that stupid church. I think that we should try taking a lawsuit against them for not only putting me in here, but for screwing with our heads. I had also found a few things in the office before I left. There's something wrong with that church… When I get out, I'm taking these reports to the police. I think it would be the best thing, and perhaps we'll be able to stop them from doing this kind of thing to other kids like us. Something says that they ARE the reason we are like this…
       I feel like I've been rambling, but it's been so long that I get to talk to you. There's so much I have to tell you… I just wish I could see you. Too bad the church made it so that I couldn't have any visitors. I practically have a man on top of me while I'm visiting the other patients. It makes me feel like I am a convicted felon, like I'm a rapist. I think the church just put me in here because I am "bisexual". I think the doctors here are figuring that out, I've talked to one, they promised to keep me here until I have my child, and that they'd help me disappear. I trust them here.
       Please get out of there as soon as you can. I love you so very much.

Love,
   Angel

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January 4

Dear Valor,

       I think you misunderstood love. I meant the child in your stomach and the child in my stomach are twins. I hope I'm not having twins, but they haven't been able to tell me how many yet. Sorry that I wasn't clear with my last letter dear. I never meant for the confusion.
       If they're not giving you little blue pills, stop taking them and get out of there. These doctors here know what they're doing… More than the church doctors at least. You're seventeen and pregnant, tell them you need to go to the hospital, and disappear. I have some friends that I made here that could possibly pick you up. I need to know what you think though. I really want you to be as safe as possible, so tell me if you like the idea… if not I'm sure we can figure something out.
       Either way, to let you know, this place is actually a lot better than the church. If you have to make yourself out to be nuts, and get yourself sent here… we'd be together if you don't want to try the idea above.
       I have been doing a lot of things here, it's actually quite calming. It seems like it would be a great thing for you to be able to get out of that stupid church. I think that we should try taking a lawsuit against them for not only putting me in here, but for screwing with our heads. I had also found a few things in the office before I left. There's something wrong with that church… When I get out, I'm taking these reports to the police. I think it would be the best thing, and perhaps we'll be able to stop them from doing this kind of thing to other kids like us. Something says that they ARE the reason we are like this…
       I feel like I've been rambling, but it's been so long that I get to talk to you. There's so much I have to tell you… I just wish I could see you. Too bad the church made it so that I couldn't have any visitors. I practically have a man on top of me while I'm visiting the other patients. It makes me feel like I am a convicted felon, like I'm a rapist. I think the church just put me in here because I am "bisexual". I think the doctors here are figuring that out, I've talked to one, they promised to keep me here until I have my child, and that they'd help me disappear. I trust them here.
       Please get out of there as soon as you can. I love you so very much.

Love,
   Angel