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Dear Sir-Boast-A-Lot,
That is not an insult. Only an idiot wouldn’t take pride in the things you accomplish so don’t go all Moody-Judy on me. I’m simply acknowledging that you aren’t afraid to take the credit for being a genius.
You know I spin these webs for you and you alone. It’s lonely being the peacock amongst the ordinary pigeons and you made things a little more interesting.
When I said I owe you a fall I was simply referring to the act which the plebeians are so fond of calling ‘Falling in love’. You always did want things to be clever. I just wanted to watch you think. You’re so beautiful when you think.
Yours from the bottom of my burned-out heart,
Moriarty
P.S. I’m sure your skin would make the nicest shoes.
Jim-
You think a little fall could end me? I told you I wasn’t ordinary. - SH