Dear Helen,
You must be busy with your new job, if ever you have already found one. The last time I saw you was three years ago when we were underneath that tree by the park bench where I first saw you. We promised to write each other letters even if my family moves to London. I'm about to graduate high school now. I've been wanting to ask you a question for a very long time now...
Helen Conrad, would you be my girl?
I'll wait for your reply.
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
ChickLitLauren goes to Paris for a business trip. She ignores the countless love letters that arrives at her door in her apartment in Paris. Her curiosity clicks her into opening the letters. Someone named Jean Hughe is the writer of the letters for...
