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Chapter 3: Fictionist and Letters-1
Chapter 3: Fictionist and Letters The mail arrived early on Hobb Street. There were mailboxes in the lobby’s rear of Jax’s apartment building, which was a shadowy and dusty area that the hired cleaners had ignored. There were two bills, a few flyers, and a new letter from Carlton Scarborough in Jax’s mailbox. Carlton refused to use email, text messages, or phones. Instead, he enjoyed writing longhand with pencils, which sometimes smudged and couldn’t be read or translated in his many letters. Carlton was a twenty-eight-year-old fictionist that Jax considered one of his closest friends since childhood. The two grew up across the street from each other in downtown Eastwind. They attended grade school, middle school, and high school together. The separation in their lives occurred in high s
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