The Comet and The Moon

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September 17th, 1826

Dear Dorothy,

I wish William would stop torturing me like this. I won't give my flowers to him, because he don't deserve them. We are not the same. My path is leading me to duty, not inclination, even though the second one would make me happier. To me he was the full moon, to him I was just a comet. I'm hoping my nights will be cloudy from now on.

Love,

Lotte

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