it says here 'i feel so much like an old duke tudor, you know writing to my french inamorata how are our *******? haha. i hope school is going well.'
there is a certain ounce of truth to that i lived under wraps under blankets you know, shock ones hoping no one would discover (my vulnerabilities)
you doubted the quality of marriage but said you'd do it for me i mean, now i've found someone that'll not do it begrudgingly. it was interesting though our androgynous life like that billy bragg song, you know?
the one i told you about in the letter? greetings to the new brunette. your ****** politics left everyone in a muddle! i'm emptying my glass right now like when we used to debate but it's not a pint i'm using to celebrate my love for you downing more like to forget my hate for you.