On his way to the local bar, The Circus Kiss, THE MASK finds a second love letter on the ground by the fire hydrant The ink, smeared with yellow water, is hardly readable.
Dearest Lover, today you wrote back and you were unclear about your decision. This destroyed me as I had been waiting for any kind of response; a phone call, a letter, some flowers, a number, a book, a loose-leaf dollar. I miss you. Please come home.
Forever Yours, LL.