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Letter 1 Bandon

1st of January 1946.

Dear Kseniya,

Let's just get this out of the way. I don't actually remember you and I'm writing this letter against my will. Mum made me do it because she wanted to make sure that your family is doing well. So how's it going deary?... Still alive? Any losses?
Happy new year by the way! May it be filled with recovery.

Now that that is out of the way, let me introduce myself. Bandon. 20. Male. Paralysed. Wonderful life.

I don't even know why I'm telling you this but you can say that I'm talking to you out of boredom. Father once told me: "A stranger sometimes is the easiest person to talk to. The bastard does not know you hence he should not judge you!"
That is Pop for you! Although he was probably drunk at the time. He cussed a lot too. I loved him anyway...

So what do you do now? Hobby? Lover? Lovers? Bet I wouldn't know how that feels these days. Funny. I was a quite charming mate before. . .
That's enough for now. I wouldn't want to know too much if I were you.

Have a bloody fine life deary,
Bandon D.