I trust you’re well and that your family is in good health? I felt the need to write due to sudden nostalgia.
Remember when you told me about little Billy down the road? How you showed him yours and then he reneged
What a bastard, that Billy! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secrets to the grave. I always loved your stories.
Now, I find myself in an old man’s cabinet of all places! A collector, I think. How times have changed.
Samantha, I do hope that I will see you again someday. I miss you.