I sit in my room, a letter from Bri before me. She tells me about her charming husband, how he longs for her, the passion she gets to experience. How it sometimes is tiring but she can’t help but feel flattered. And how she hopes that my husband isn’t treating me too badly. what do I say? That he has barely spoken a word to me, I barely see him, we didn’t even spend our wedding night in the same bed? I can’t write that. I sigh and put the quill down
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