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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