To the Writing House Thief:
I see you have struck again. In response, I ask: Have you no dignity? You seem to think that you can just come pillage the Writing House and take whatever you want. While this has proven true, I would like to warn you that someday we, here at the WriHo, will run out of valuables. Then where will you be? Riding my bike to a coffee shop, where you will then take Will’s laptop out of Eric’s backpack and study your latest thievery handbook? Yeah? Well, I HOPE YOUR CAFE AU LAIT IS COLD AND WEAK.
Burn in hell (apparently this is now a thing),
Diana
