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Dear my love Kat,
I'm still on the road. I doubt I'll ever make it to where I want to go, but I can try, can't I? How are things on your end, Kat? I guess you can't reply because of how much I move, but I'm staying at an inn for the next few days because I've caught a cold (don't worry about it) so send it to the enclosed address, if you ever reply. I'll have my own place soon, though. I've looked through catalogues and I've found the place I need to get to. It's an old place, they say it's haunted by ghosts but we'll see about that. Will you have your baby or no? If you don't, that's okay. I guess you're wondering how I'm doing, so I'll answer it and you can save your ink. I'm doing fine, besides the cold. The inn is nice for how cheap it is. It even provides breakfast which has become my only meal. I just got news that Alfred was sent back to jail for execution. That makes me real sad, Kat, but I'll get through it. I made it through all that through the years… So you're almost done with your sophomore year, funny how everything happens. I think when this reaches you we'd have graduated that year and summer starts, but I don't care. I haven't seen a calendar, clock, or mirror. This inn doesn't have any.
Love forever and always,
Matthew