On the third day of
Christmas, my true love sent to me three French
hens…
Dearest
Jonathan, 12-28
Thank you
for your most recent gift of three French hens. At first I was hopeful for the
poor partridge—his loneliness is made more acute by the presence of these
shameless turtledoves—but none of the three hens will have anything to do with
him, since he isn’t of their race. I’ve taken him in with me.
Love,
Alicia.
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