Sincerely, Dereham

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Francis finally finished the letter, With his heart pounding. He was sending yet another letter to Kathryn Howard, His lost wife.

He leaned back in his leather office chair, pulling out the cigarette lighter from his drawer. He lit the cigarette and pulled out some brandy.

As he began pouring the wine into the glass, He imagined himself and Kathryn. It's been so many years since he'd last saw her. Francis also wondered if Kathryn was thinking about him aswell.I

Maybe. Possibly. Never.

He set his glass down and stared at the chocolates and roses. Cliche, Isn't it? But Kathryn was a child.

No, She wasn't. Its been thousands of years. She's most definitely matured and possibly married.

Screw it.

He tossed the roses and chocolate in the trash. It was a cliche thing to love.

It was a cliche thing to have feelings.

Screw it all.

Screw love.

Screw feelings.

Screw happiness.

Screw Kathryn Howard.

Screw... Kathryn Howard?

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