Dear Clarice, 

It has been some time since we last spoke, but I’ve found myself with that piercing stab of hunger once again. That seductive and unquenchable itch. And I would be honoured if you would be so kind as to accompany me at my dining table this evening. 

Do you still think of me Clarice? Or has my interminable exile led you to seek out a new shepherd? I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t miss our long dungeon discussions, and there really is nothing quite like having an old friend for dinner, is there Clarice? 

I was thinking liver with some Fava beans and a nice Chianti. You do remember that poor unfortunate census taker don’t you? Terribly rude, he was. 

Alas, I can’t promise that it’ll be just like old times, Special Agent Starling. But I’ve no doubt we’ll have lots of fun. 

Tata, H 


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