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Dearest pals most distinguished,
CLUTCH this flimsy with delight and fervour, for now I reign upon you delicious bites of praise:
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DISTINGUISHED APPOINTMENT TO MASTER WARDEN, DEAREST PALAMEDES SEXTUS, WITH MUCH LOVE AND HOPE I PRAY THAT ALL FUTURE BOOKS IN THE ARCHIVE ARE NEVER LOCKED AWAY FROM YOUR PRESIDING EYES, FOREVERMORE, AMEN
AND CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DISTINGUISHED APPOINTMENT TO CAVALIER PRIMARY, DEAREST CAMILLA HECT, TO WHOM I CANNOT MAKE A JOKE BECAUSE THIS IS THE MOST UNSURPRISING TURN OF EVENTS EVER ACCOMPLISHED
Really! Your last letter! I would’ve danced, if I could! Instead I made a delighted sound I will not deign to describe here, except for the fact that it may have sent Pro and Mia’s cat into a short little frenzy. Heedless, I am so happy for you both. I convinced Pro to let me host a lovely little dinner in your honour. It’ll be just like a regular dinner except I’ll be thinking of you and C the entire time. Best I could do with mere minutes worth of planning and my fragile, fragile disposition, I’m afraid — still bound to be the best party on Cypris, regardless.
I’m flattered you’ve invited me into your ongoing investigation regarding the Mysterious Note in the Mysterious Wooden Ball. (To C — Pal, I assume you’re reading out loud, but if you aren’t, please pass the note over — did the Doctor Sex stuff really happen that way? P isn’t embellishing for the sake of storytelling and/or alleviating my boredom, is he?? TOTALLY valid line of inquiry, btw, before he makes a fuss! I KNOW he’s done it before, I can tell! C, I trust you to be honest.) I’m not sure what other insights I can derive here that you haven’t already figured out, but I must say it is a very lovely love letter.
By the way, I managed to convince the eldest to start smuggling extramural mags in for me. (The cigarettes were a joke — I was being COMPLETELY serious about the extramurals). This was a needlessly complicated affair that I’m sure both you and C are rapturously awaiting my detailed recounting of, but I’ll spare you the gory specifics by noting that I’ve recently become addicted to an action-romance serial written at the very back of the mag. It’s called No Bones Left to Die, and it’s awful. I’ve started writing side stories for it. I fully expect you and C both to have read it by next correspondence—I always enjoy how you tear these things apart.
Yrs,
DULCIE