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Dear Mom.
I don't expect that you'll see this, but you never know. I wouldn't put it past you to have installed some sort of monitor, and it's not like I have any other way to reach you. 7 months, Mom. That's a record even for you. I suppose I should be happy you think I'm enough of an adult to stay out of touch for that long.
I wish I knew where the hell you are though. I don't know what I'm doing here, Mom, and you're the only one that I can think of that would. Grandma can't help unless she's got a target, and I get the feeling that Dedushka's contacts are in the wrong area.
I want to go, Mom, and it's getting harder not to. I just want to take all this information I'm getting, track these guys down and run them into the ground. I know I can't do it, not yet, but how do you stand it? How do you stand having to wait until someone turns you loose? Any advice you have would be sincerely appreciated, if you have any better hints on how to manage sleep, that would be great too.
If you see this, tell me. Somehow. Please.