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The Eighth of August in the Year of Our Lord, 1521 - 10 past 6 in the eve.
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I be most excited this day as mine own dear sister Nan hath written to me from her involuntary exile at our family seat of Hever Castle in Kent to inquire of mine own well being and inform me as to how she be faring.
Mary. Thou art the most
heathonistic tramp that ever flopped on her back in any court of man or
god. Hast thou no shame? If thou weren't mine own dear sister, I'd have
ensured thy antics would have been exposed before the pope himself.
However. As thou hast already exposed thyself for no less than 2
kings, I do nay doubt that the Pope is fully aware of thy solicitous
longings for men of any sort of power or prestige. Mind you keep your
filthy little paws of my Percy, you whore. Kissy Kissy, Thy Dear Nan
Needless to say her salutations were not lacking in the
sharp barbs she be most talented in hurtling my way. However, one must
needs turn the other cheek and forgiver her of her misgivings for she do be
young and not yet mature enough to know how to conduct herself in the written
form, although she wouldst protest mightily at my criticisms. Sigh....
little sisters. One canst nay live with them, one canst nay kill them.
My dears, think ye not
that I wish ill will upon my sister, Heaven for fend! For she be my single
closest friend in the universe and without her with me on this year's progress I
do feel as if a part of me hath been left behind. I shall find a way to
continue on, no matter how difficult. HA HA HA HA HA!!! There I
didst do it again! I cracked mine own self up.
Ah dear friends, I must
needs take my leave of thee for now. Prithee, look to my pages in the near
future for an answer to a query on culinary indulgences submitted by one Master
(or Mistress t'were nay defined) RODRIQUEZ. Until dearhearts I
reamain faithfully thine!
Mary Boleyn
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