Cliff scrunched his face in confusion. He hadn't actually thought that Miss Dashwood would write him back and his talents. Ha! He had Algae to thank for that, because he'd spent some time mulling over some of his disgusting love poetry books to help him pick out the perfect one to send to her. And his name? He wasn't going to give her his name. This was a bad idea overall, yet...

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I don't want to share my name just yet, as what's the fun in that? I suppose... whatever you wish to call me is fine. I will sign my letters with a name of your choosing.

London for your debut, that is exciting. I'm sure you will do great and have suitors lining out the door. I don't know the Foxwood home, but I should have no troubles finding it, or at the very least, an owl will not. An owl to find me works. It's not as if I live an adventurous life where I am hard to find.

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