December 7, 2006

My dearest Kylie,

Today, it seems, is a busy day for letter writing. I would be a bit upset, perhaps feel a bit pressed for time, were it not for the knowledge that this is, most likely, my last day of writing letters, or perhaps anything. I do know without too much doubt that this is my last letter to you. For that I am sorry, for that I do wish there was some way I could avoid it, and for that I do wish there was some way I could make you feel ...