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WARDED TO WILDE

I heard you're in Lisbon.

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Yeah. It's pretty cool.

[after a minute or two, Wilde spello-tapes in a minipolaroid of the view outside his window]

It looks lovely.

I'm in France.

Paris?

Yes. It's all right. Too many French people.

Alas, can't be helped.

Eat some crêpes for me.

I'm not sure what the Portuguese eat.

[...] Did you go to the masquerade?

So far it's been a lot of seafood and wine.

Yeah. Saira does Event Committee, so.

They [...] did a fine job.

[...]

[...] I think there's something wrong with me.

W Wh

What do you mean?

~~I'd rather kiss someone I hate than somebody I actually like. If that's not self-sabotage, I~~

[...] Never mind that. It doesn't actually matter. The point is [...] I like somebody who doesn't like me, and I don't know what to do about it.

Okay.

Obvious question — how do you know they don’t like you?

Because I spoke to th him at the masquerade and he said so.

Did he know it was you?

I don't think so.

So you don’t really know, then.

You’re just deciding you do.

I was the one who was there, and I don't see a point in asking again.

If he truly didn't know it was you and you have no reason to believe he did, you're making a presumption. I'm sorry if that's uncomfortable.

[...]

Hey. I ~~I did~~ ~~It was~~
I didn't think Saira could ever want me back.
I thought it was futile. It wasn't.

So what do you suggest I do?

Tell the truth. Whatever that looks like for you.

[...] If I do that, and it goes poorly, it'll be the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

How would it be to never say anything?

Bearable, at least.

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