Leaves fall between the waking summer blades."
"Scars under the umbrellas twice do meet
To steal apart before the glow'ring shade."
Remember? That was the first poem we wrote together. I never fancied writing poetry much. I can't read without getting a terrific headache. But, how did the move to Ikebukuro treat you? Back home is still... well, hasn't changed much. Need a car to drive anywhere. I thought I'd have more to write. It's not like we haven't been talking, but I thought I'd be nice and archaic and write you an English letter. Bit sappy now that I think about it, isn't it? Too many questions. You don't need to write back; just mail me when you get it. Sister's been missing you. This is the thing about being left-handed: I can't write anything without smudging the paper.
Heard you don't use credit cards over there. How're things with that? Can't imagine having to use money for everything instead of credit. I don't even know why I started a new paragraph, don't have anything left to write. Spring is coming. How's the weather?
I love you.
- Strength
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