Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Letter Eight: Yes, find that wet nurse.


Darling,

I cannot wait to set my eyes on our newborn little girl. I am in a trench, single-footed and fighting right now. Tell Benjamin to refrain from cleaning his metal rod in your presence, I do not approve of it. Fondle as many breasts as possible and make sure you choose wisely. Write me about each. I must go. I run faint. Colonel just got shot. I will write at a better time.

Your quick footed strong man,
Bentley

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