4/30/1800
My Closest Friend, Constant Matthews,
I would lie if I were to say that I didn't share some of these most intimate feelings. I do not hold a grudge of any kind, as I could not be capable of doing so. I do not know what else I could write to show you how my feelings are true, and I am tired, and my bones ache, and my head is hurting so I will stop for now.
Yours dearly,
Etienne Jay
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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.
