I keep it in the walk-in closet, on the top shelf. It contains a letter, a small notebook, and thirty-six high-contrast black-and-white photographs. The letter is from a woman called Melanie Clement. Dear Lena, Your ex-boyfriend—also, now, my ex-boyfriend—is a twisted, evil, manipulative psychopath: a serial menace to women who belongs in jail. He’s wasted, stolen, and extorted a good chunk of my money. He’s more (or less) than just an utterly worthless leech, or a talentless, self-obsessed delusional bore, he’s also a con artist and a thief. If you have any lingering doubts about that fact, the contents of this package should convince you otherwise. Don’t take him back if you have any basic intelligence and/or a shred of self-respect. You and I both know he’ll try. I’m sorry that he left you for me. Sorry for me, delighted for you. Best, Melanie Clement PS The pictures and the negatives are for you—do what you want with them. The photographs all show Sorenson, naked, in three different poses: front, back, and left-side profile.
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