Dear Reader,
It appears a great tragedy has befallen me after all. Remember when I said that it hadn't, in my first letter? It's sort of funny to think about now that it has happened. It's almost as if me in the past knew what would happen. Isn't that quite silly to think?
Anyway, I've found the source of the smell, and unfortunately that is where the tragedy lies. I found my cashmere bedsheets, underneath the floorboards in a state of rot! Isn't that terribly unusual?
I was quite confused as to how they got there. Not to mention I had never even noticed that they had gone missing!
My maid
Please disregard that. I had quite forgotten at the moment that I now live alone and no longer have a maid.
How miserable it is, to
Ignore that, also, if you please. I fear I'd better stop. I had gone to the doctor's not long ago, and he had talked and talked about something that I hadn't really cared to remember but perhaps I should have listened.
I think I'll retire to bed right after I get these sheets washed.
With my respectful compliments,
Mr. C
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