4/5/1800
Dearest Etienne Jay,
I should explain everything to you, but I fear my life and yours coming into danger. If I am to be completly honest with you, My Dearest Friend, I fear you despising me as well. I should explain, however. I just don't have any fathomable clue as to where I should even begin. It is tough to discuss these matters, so I pray for your patience with me, although you have already displayed so much of it. For that, I thank you. I regret informing you, but it is true that I do lie and obscure truths from you. I regret sending that letter to you with the scrawled handwriting, lying. I do weep, and now that I admit that, I feel weaker than I ever have. I do weep, and you need not worry about that. I pray for your safety and health.
Your Dear Friend,
Constant Matthews
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The Letters
Ficción históricaConstant 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.
