S. Postal Service
After spending a fortnight multiple hours with the soft stream of the moonlight bluelight on her face, Shilee has shipped her letters to the townsfolk (you) and begs you implores you to read any that may catch your fancy.
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My dearest, our tutor left us books on the lowlifes of the ton and how we can avoid being desolate spinsters without a husband to provide us with home and comfort. One of the books had an article I wanted you to see as I worry about your place in society daily. It is not…
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Dearest, unfortunately I was unable to get the latest photos developed for my heartfelt letter to you. Because of this I had to attend the public library and pull images from the copyright free archives to ensure father’s Benjamin’s may not be pulled from his drawstring pig sack by the tons lawyer. Father said if…
Love, Shilee 