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A Diabolical Plot

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June 20th, 2007

Skin,

How goes our plan? Has the groundwork been laid? May I proceed with the plot? I await your word to begin the process.

- Sun


June 22nd, 2007

Sun,

Try as I might I have not been able to produce the mood in our target which is crucial to the success of this undertaking. I remain white, clammy and almost translucent, but he has yet to notice or care about my state. I will keep you abreast of my progress but it may be prudent to table our plan till a later date. Yours in conspiracy,

- Skin


June 25th, 2007

Skin,

I tire of playing this cat and mouse game with our target. To maintain this level of heat is taxing and I fear I will burn out before the mark is drawn into the trap. I have contacted Weather and he has agreed to blow in clouds and rain for the next week. Stay strong and fortuitous, for when the clouds pass we will spring our trap!

- Sun


June 27th, 2007

Sun,

Rejoice! While at work the other day, our target found himself the victim of a vicious joke. “You are so white!” one of his darker co-workers exclaimed at the site of my color. He then defended my color, saying that being in your presence made him hot and uncomfortable. Would Weather be able to produce some sort of magic by which the target would feel cool but still be exposed? Please advise.

- Skin


June 28th, 2007

Skin,

You move too slowly, my friend. I have been corresponding with Weather for many days now about just such a proposal. Weather assures me that his conditions will be exactly as you have described them two days hence. Prepare, my fellow deceiver. Prepare!

- Sun


June 29th, 2007

Sun,

The mark plans to read outside tomorrow. Burn bright and all shall go accordingly. God speed!

- Skin


June 30th, 2007

Skin,

I have burned at full blast all day. Have we succeeded? I eagerly await word from you.

- Sun


July 1st, 2007

Sun,

SUCCESS! I am red. Oh, so red, and painful to boot! He writhes in agony! The trap was sprung with great success. We are victorious, my old friend. It all went according to plan: his self-esteem so low due to my state he decided to tan me. And you, oh-so-clever you, were burning so bright yesterday. So bright! And Weather, we owe him a great debt, for he produced winds and clouds that convinced our target that he was not hot but rather comfortable. Of course, he saw no need for protective lotions but now, ironically, he smears me with aloe to ease his pain! HA! I may even blister, old friend!

Another year passes and another year you and I remain victorious. When will he learn that I am not made to be with you? Hopefully never, because I am never as happy as when you and I have acted together, with our good friend Weather, to give him pain. Red flatters me, Sun, It flatters me greatly. Your good friend and conspirator,

- Skin


July 2nd, 2007

Skin,

See you again next year, my old friend.

- Sun

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