My Love,
It is quite alright that your mind
wanders in your ill state. I do hope
they bring you back to me soon! It has been a month since Magdalena has left
and I do miss her terribly—I had not drunk that much since I was a little girl
in boarding school. I remember it fondly; bows clutching our curls together,
feathers floating from a rough pillow fight, stealing romance novels from the
dean, and of course Sister Marguerite’s secret stash of gin. Ah, those are the
days of my youth I pine for. Now here I am, 20 years of age and nearing the end
of my life. But at least I have my darling children, and you, my sweet quick
footed prince. Someday soon you’ll be back in my pale arms and sweet hole.‘Til
then I’ll simply have to take warm baths and dream of you.
Your
pale princess,
Muffy
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