Dear Anna,
Somehow I find myself a loss for words.
I watched you actually steal a horse, mine to be precise, and ride off into the night to your own house across the way. I didn't think that our arrangement would have made you run off like that, but I think that we just have to do the best we can with what we have been given.
I know you've hated me for years, watching me grow alongside your brother, but in the end I think that you will find me very favorable.
At least, that is what I hope. We have to make some of this work for our families----and if we can not, then we can move far away and go our separate ways and find happiness elsewhere.
To be more crass, take the money and run. I think I've heard that saying somewhere.
Please do think my proposition over.
Yours,
C
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Dear Diane
ParanormalOn instructions from her therapist, Diane catalogues her life by writing letters to herself.
