letters 17

Dearest Fenn.

I wish for a kiss.

A real one.

Yours ever,

Little Wren

My dear Fenn,

I changed my mind.

It is not a kiss I want, but—love.

Because that is more lasting.

Humbly yours,

Emmy

My dear Little Wren, my dearest Emmy,

You already have that.

I remain, always,

Fenn.

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