60-42-015
Siberia, Russia
John Doe
11-52-004
Wammy's House, England
My dearest John,
How I wish you'd let me use your name! I hate loving you secretly. I know we've been texting and calling, but I just had to write at least once. I miss you terribly. All the boys have treated my like perfect gentlemen. Feli was the only one who flirted even a little and I'm sure he didn't mean it. I wrote a poem just for you!
The snow flutters to the ground.
I can't help but think of you.
I hear your voice all around.
And in my heart, I know you're true.
I can't help but think of you.
You visit me in dreams at night.
And in my heart, I know you're true.
But then you're gone in morning light.
You visit me in dreams at night.
I heard your voice all around.
But then you're gone in morning light.
When the snow flutters to the ground.
Proof that I am thinking of you. I wrote Kid about you. I hope he approves. I know you think it's silly, but he's my best friend and 4th cousin. His opinion matters as much as my parents. In a few days I'll see him and you again. My two important men. I'll let you solve your puzzles now.
XOXO Love,
Erza Kirkland
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