Smeared Letter

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My son,

I beg of you, stop this foolishness. You are not cut out to be a soldier, and no amount of vrakhiri blood will change that. Please, please, please – come back home before you get hurt. And we both know that you will, and then I will tell you I told you so, and then you will get mad, and then I will get mad – and who needs all that.

Ethel