My dearest brother, Tatum.

  I write you this short note to inform you of my outing with JoJo, so do not worry yourself if I’m not home by the time you get back.

  I’ve noted that as of lately you seem to get more on edge when I leave the house without telling you.

  You aren’t very good at hiding your emotions. While I am curious as to why you seem so nervous as of late, I’ve also observed the amount of stress I seem to put you in by frequently asking you questions so I will leave you be.

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  Be on your guard, however, as I promise you that I will find out the reason for you often almost dying of stress even though you are an immortal being.

  Love you,

  -Elliot :)

  (PS: You cannot stop me from hanging out with JoJo, even if you dislike him. I will find a way to get out every time. You are truly foolish if you think you can stop me.)