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Dear Harmony,

   Who taught you the art of disappearance? Houdini? What is this sorcery you've employed to keep your whereabouts so unknown? I ask because there is absolutely NOTHING to glean from your grandmother's studio. She kept everything clean, organized, and untampered. I knew she was a neat-nick but this is borderline insane. I took painstaking measures to ensure everything was put right back where it was prior to my investigation.

   Dejection is becoming my companion. Dejection and rage. I'm very angry at you for leaving us like this. Without warning. How could you?

   Your sister had a baby. Thought you'd like to know that. They're calling me an uncle even though I'm not related.

   I don't know how to feel about that.

   After being in the studio I went back to your room and began to search your closet. I'll be honest, I was worried I'd find some skeletons. Perhaps your skeleton. All I found were your clothes, and the hoodie you stole from me one night during a bonfire. You weren't even cold, you just wanted to be a pest.

   I loved you for it.

   The search party has all but given up. Your parents were livid when they found out. People are beginning to say things. More rumors are spreading.

   Is this what you wanted? Part of me feels like you're sitting up in a hot air balloon watching all of this, laughing hysterically because you think you're a genius.

   Well, Harmoudini, it's not funny and we're sick of your game.