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(Letter is filled with inkstanes, fast writing with several misspelled words and even a few spots of blurry ink)
Charlie Mark,
I've must have started this letter a hundred times. But I just don't know where or how to put this. I know I should be telling you this face to face, because, well, you're my best mate in the whole world and you deserve so much better than this. Why is this so damn hard?
I'm sorry. You see, the thing is... why don't I just chuck this whole thing and run away to France? Because I hate the wine there that's why...crap, last piece of parchment, better keep going.
Remus and I patched things up. I think we're going to give it another shot.
Love,
Dora.