”I love sealing my letters like this” Like what? By making an unholy mess of a candle (NB
not a ”candlestick”!) in the last two minutes of its sad, sad life on your windowsill, together with all the wasted potential of several unlit matches that never got to go out in a literal blaze of glory but are instead being forced to eke out an indeterminate shadow of an existence in ignominy, before you finally manage to clean up your desk, perhaps on the day of your biennial sheets-changing?
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(credit for vocabulary goes to the single serving of ethanol I’ve had)