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"...Dear Sarah, The indications are very strong that I shall attempt re-entry tomorrow, and lest I shall not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines, that they may fall under your eye when I am no more. It sure is fucking cold up here. Yes, sir. I 'bout froze my motherfucking nuts off. God Damn. Space is one cold motherfucker. Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that only omnipotence can break. But shit, woman, it is cold as fuck up here..."
Sullivan Carew dies two days later upon re-entry...
"...Dear Sarah, The indications are very strong that I shall attempt re-entry tomorrow, and lest I shall not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines, that they may fall under your eye when I am no more. It sure is fucking cold up here. Yes, sir. I 'bout froze my motherfucking nuts off. God Damn. Space is one cold motherfucker. Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that only omnipotence can break. But shit, woman, it is cold as fuck up here..."
Sullivan Carew dies two days later upon re-entry...



