3/20/1800
My Constant,
I first like to thank you for saying English I write is get better! I am trying my best, although I think you imagine my writing being neat. That is not happen with easy. You flatter me with your saying you missed me more than I missed you even though that is wrong because I missed you more. I will again argue against you apology because apology is not that needed to me. You have not wrong me. My safety had been disregard, you say though. How so, if I can ask you? You did not hurt me? You also do not be selfish to me, so I think you are not be selfish. You could just think it you be. You are be nice to me, and are Dearest Friend. I am happy to hear you live closer too! This could mean we meet more! Yes, much exciting fun!
Happily yrs,
Etienne Jay
P.S. I notice the paper is get wet a little. Do you cry, Dearest Friend, Constant Matthews? And what for?
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The Letters
Historical FictionConstant Matthews, a rich man in the 19th century, decides to contact his dearest friend, Etienne Jay, who immigrated from France to America, to speak of normal matters.
