lilac letters

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dearest Frances,

the days seem to draw out so long.
arthur found a job at the ice cream shop and i've no one to talk to during the day besides the cat.  she's good company, of course, but i, surprisingly, miss my brother's taunting while i do work around the house. his jokes, though often immature and ridiculous, made chores a little more bearable, offered a distraction from the monotony of folding clothes and washing dishes.

alan and dean have only recently seemed to have noticed their mutual attraction, though i've been pointing it out for what feels like an eternity. i do wish they'd move on with their whole... deal, i guess, but i fear that seeing them happy and in love would only make me miss you more.

how i miss you, dearest.
i wish you could come to visit. the house work would be left undone for i would likely never leave your side, too busy laughing and in love, like alan and dean will soon be.
do try to see me this summer, if even only once.

i've included a flower i picked on a walk i took yesterday with alan during lunch. i picked it and he just rolled his big brown eyes at me. i said "oh, what are you on about now? what have i done?" because he's always on about something and i've always done something. he simply smiled at me and said "gosh, you're so mad for this girl and you don't even know it. you haven't payed attention to a damn thing i've said since you saw that flower." i only looked at him and said "nothing you say is important anyways, you big goof!" though his words were true. i wasn't going to tell him that.

there's also a feather and a clipping from a magazine of a skyline in Paris. id love to go there sometime. maybe one day you and i can go, when you're traveling as a writer and i'm the dumb girl you had tag along. it'd be a neat thing to do, leave this country and all.

i've kept you for too long, it seems. you're probably busy. know that i love you and think of you often.

yours, Bonnie
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