My dearest A., Here I am writing you again. I must tell you that I don't have lots of things what to say to you and actually there is this one thought in my head. In different times of my age I've had
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My dearest A., I wrote you the last letter on Sunday but unfortunately exactly at the moment I wanted to ''send'' it to you, my internet connection stopped working so I am writing you now. Probably it is even better as more days have passed and I have more things to write to you.</
My dear A., Another night and another day has passed. There is an empty bottle of wine on the table, unfinished glass of wine, half empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, two unopened bottles of wine, silent mobile phone, bottle opener, my black notebook with a pen in it and camera. As
My dearest A., This is my very first letter to you. I have Christmas in my head and actually all around me. Drinking wine, having awesome sight outside my window