Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
You have stolen my heart as a man of a
mission, whose sole purpose is to compose his self in a manner of which one can
stand tall and firm for the scrutiny of ones jailer. I unequivocally yearn for
the day in which I can stand astray from the path in which I may be noticed,
but it seems as though I have failed in this endeavor. I ask that you not
forget me, for I will stand tall above all else and write to you with vigor so
that you may never feel alone.... alone in the cell manned by your jailer.
I ask that you read this letters in which
I have composed not for the purpose of persuasion but rather for the enjoyment
of company. Do not feel as though I must impose, for imposition is not in
proper manner. Instead I urge you to keep this a secret from your jailer for
having a secret makes life more scrumptious.
My dearest Claudia, I so hope you obtained
this transcription of my woes and my wanes. Do not fret in the eyes of disdain
and melancholy ordinances for such a proper lady as you stand taller than all men
before you. Until next we conspire:
Most Fair and beautiful,
solemn courtesy
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