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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jun 21, 2008 23:23:38 GMT -5
Dear Justin,
I regret to tell you that I am ill of this wretched plague which has come to our city. I know not where I caught it; perhaps from someone in passing at the Beltane fete. The chirurgeon has come and though I am ill, he tells me I am out of danger. I hope that you have been fortunate to stay healthy, and I shall write to you again when I am feeling better.
With love,
Avive
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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jun 22, 2008 14:13:13 GMT -5
My love,
The chirurgeon has come again and tells me that my fever is down. With a little help from the gods, it should be broken by tomorrow. Please let me know how you are feeling, as I long to be with you once again.
Yours,
Avive.
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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jun 26, 2008 12:36:41 GMT -5
Dearest Justin,
Gods be praised! My fever is broken, and though I still bear some marks of illness, I am feeling very well. It would make me very happy to see you as soon as you too feel well enough. Name the time and place, and I shall be there.
Forever yours,
Avive
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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jun 26, 2008 16:30:59 GMT -5
Dear Heart,
How glad I am to hear that you are better! I wait impatiently for your word, and for your surprise.
Your Avive
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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jul 3, 2008 9:58:38 GMT -5
Justin,
I am so glad that you are well again. It would be my pleasure to join you for lunch at the earliest convenience. What day and time shall I come?
Your Avive
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