May 3rd, 1895Monsieur Courtemanche,
The other night was indeed a delight, but sir, why did you leave so suddenly? Leaving behind only a note and the scent of your cologne. I am desperately confused and have no one to ask but you, monsieur.
Bea
Returned, unopened, May 8th, 1895

make the most of the turning tide
it just split what's left of the burning silence