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dear mum Don't know if you'll ge t this letter not sure if ill be allowed to send it actually, they say I've been naughty. but theyve let me have my paper so I will write it anyway.
#acrostic Dear Ashley, Each day we speak..I smile . But it burns, beneath. Vast oceans of secret wishes...crying to the stars of yore..
January the 12th, 1995 Dear Oliver, Today was just another normal day.
Dear mom and dad, I can't believe it's been three months since I went of to college, and I can't believe it's taken this long to you. But I have been VERY busy. Now before you read any future.
Consider this an honour, honey. Call out those that mock you. See what they say when I show what I've given you. What's that. 'Stop this madness?' Kehahaha. Are you kidding me?. I'M the one who's mad.
Dear You, He writes to you about ancient history. Part of him still honestly believes that what transpired was best for everyone. One part still rankles.
Hey you, Great to actually speak to you today on the phone; it was good to hear your voice. I've missed talking to you.
Hello my lovely. I sent you a long email today in response to your emails and blog update, so I'll keep it brief. It's getting all Halloween-y here now, it's that time of year.
Johnny, Hey homeslice. How are you. Hot. Sick of curry yet. Today I have mostly been writing, I do love it, I wish I could make it my career.
Johnny, Was nice to get another brief email from you this morning - I'm glad you're going to get a local sim card.
Johnny, Yay. It was great to get your email today - you're alive. I thought random electricity problems might have been causing issues with using your laptop etc.
Johnny, A shorter letter tonight, haven't really been up to anything today.
"Trong hai tháng trời, ngày nào em cũng đến lục hòm thư lưu... nhưng mà thôi, tại sao lại mô tả cho anh nghe những đau đớn giày vò, những cực hình hỏa ngục của chờ mong và thất vọng làm gì.
I ended my letter with an unintelligible scribble, simultaneously rounded and geometric all in one irregular movement.
Dear Child, I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home.
Dear Lily, I'm writing this letter slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home, we moved.
Dear Husband: I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.
Dear T. Well it's been a while. I'm still writing letters and I hope that despite the odds this one reaches you. It was your birthday a few weeks ago. I only realised today...my bad.
Dear Alexander, A cafe in Rome. I was sitting there with my glasses askew, typing furiously away on my somewhat out-dated type writer that belonged to a second aunt twice removed, or something.