To my Dearest Lizakenagregabeth,
It
has been twelve parsecs since last we spoke, and this day finds me in a
sorry state. For it is with a heavy heart I must inform you that my
heart has been transmuted into a most fetching replica of a heart forged
from the finest of lead and tin. I am, consequently, most assuredly
dead.
Yours,
General Horatio Algernon Clarissa Cornburns
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