Dear Xenobia,

I have been meaning to write this letter to you for a very long time now, but every time I tried to put pen on paper, I developed cold feet, and so had to call to a maid to warm them up again with hot towels. Today, I have finally gathered the courage to write in to you, because I think you deserve to know the truth, and also because I am sitting with my feet in boiling water right now.

Both of us grew up together, and spent many a days jumping around in the countless puddles near our homes, and many a nights prancing about in the garden.

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