February 28thish, 1890
Art,
Of course she hasn't murdered me. We're madly in love, or whatever. You know, like people are when they get married.
Time thing was weird but hasn't killed me. Mostly just inconvenient and I'm not sure if this is the right date anymore. Whatever.
I don't know when we'll be back. I'm sort of waiting for Aldous to tell me the coast is clear, or something, and he has a different definition of "clear" than you and I do, so. He hasn't said anything yet. My best guess would be sometime next month — but I still don't have a place to live firmed up yet and I doubt Dez would be thrilled if we set up in your spare room, so. Have to get that figured out first.
Ben
Of course she hasn't murdered me. We're madly in love, or whatever. You know, like people are when they get married.
Time thing was weird but hasn't killed me. Mostly just inconvenient and I'm not sure if this is the right date anymore. Whatever.
I don't know when we'll be back. I'm sort of waiting for Aldous to tell me the coast is clear, or something, and he has a different definition of "clear" than you and I do, so. He hasn't said anything yet. My best guess would be sometime next month — but I still don't have a place to live firmed up yet and I doubt Dez would be thrilled if we set up in your spare room, so. Have to get that figured out first.
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