July Twentieth of Twenty Fifteen

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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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