June 30th, 1888
Edric,
Out of your way? Really? That is not how I remember it at all. Those were both of the instances in which I hit you. You sir, are clearly a glutton for punishment. I think if I'd never sent those letters after the kitchen disaster, things would be drastically different.
Only a few more days then, I wish I knew more about what was going on. I'm going to be a giant bundle of nerves the entire time. Do you think you'll be able to write or will I have to assume no news is good news?
I think I'm going to retire early tonight, even though I didn't do anything strenuous today, I'm still catching up from last night. I swear these bugs better disappear as fast as they arrived. Sleep well, Love.
Love,
Febs
Febs
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