Dear sir Mady,
Got your note cute as a rat and flower where the hell did I put it some pocket or other it is utterly impossible to write today. Bore this, my patience are exhausted. I’m just reflecting on you know what I mean. Don’t make half so free. Accept my poor little present attached ’till we are better acquainted. Might be what you like. Elijah is coming really and truly. Write me a long answer. Do you despise me? Have you the horn? I’m so excited why do you call me naughty? You naughty too? O dirty Mairy lost the string of her drawers. Bye for today. Yes, yes, I will tell you what perfume. Time makes the tune. I want you to keep it up, call me that other world. You must believe it is true. I swear to Saint Cecilia, best references, it will excite me. You know how.
Henry what is he playing now.
ps. Who will you pun punish me. Whack. Tell me I want to know, of course if I didn’t I wouldn’t ask, but why is the minor sad? Feel lost.
pps. la la la re I feel so sad today so lonely.
Messrs. Callan Coleman and Co., limited.