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My beloved Mr

. Earl: Hey Mr. Earl, Merry Christmas!

You should have seen that the whole city has changed a lot, and everyone is looking forward to Christmas! Every time at this time, my mood will be inexplicably excited! How are you feeling, my dear Mr. Count? I guess I'll be as happy as I am, right?

Originally, I also wanted to put a Christmas tree, but after discussing it with my grandmother, I was afraid that it would attract attention.

By the way, you didn't come back on Christmas Eve last night, can you tell me where you went?

I missed you so much that night, well, we missed you all! Although my grandmother didn't say it, I know that he must be worried about you in his heart, but I think you must have something to do. Did you know that on Christmas Eve without you, even turkeys would become dull?

Oh yes, I haven't asked yet, will you have a gift for me this Christmas? I've said it so obviously, you shouldn't let me down, hehe.

And I'll have my grandmother write to you too. Finally, Merry Christmas, my Earl.

Thinking of Your Margaret

December 25,

1965 Dear Accardo:

Margaret has been making trouble asking me to write a letter, I thought about it, let's write it. Hope it didn't bother you.

For some reason, when writing letters, my mind always recalls those fragments of the previous time when we were together. How beautiful and impressive that was. Hehe, maybe you'll laugh at me when you read this. But forget it, just think I'm old, you know, when people are old, they always think back to what they looked like when they were young. Although aging seems difficult to me now.

Remember the first time I wrote to you? At that time, I was a child, and the content of the letter could be described as childish, and even some grammatical errors, which was really embarrassing to think about. But the atmosphere where we discussed communication issues together really made me miss it a lot.

In my impression, I don't seem to have written many letters to you, except for fear of being discovered, probably because my personality is more restrained and reserved. But you know, my feelings for you are so hot and hard to suppress. Another reason I don't want to write is perhaps because I want to be able to tell you my inner feelings in person. It can really touch your skin and smell your scent.

I may be full of authority and nobility in the eyes of ordinary people, but you know that I am also cowardly and vulnerable, thank you for always accompanying me when I was struggling to hold on. I want you to know that I miss you deeply and love you.

This kind of love is so inexplicable that I don't think anyone would believe that I would be married to another person. Even if I hadn't been able to feel my heart right now, I wouldn't have believed it.

I don't know when this relationship appeared, maybe it started when we first met, but I do know when that love was determined. During the interwar period, I couldn't help but hug you tightly every time you came back. Even though your body is very clean, I still seem to be able to smell the faint smell of blood. I admit that I was panicked and helpless, and the people of this country wanted me to set an example and lead them to victory, but no one taught me what to do. At that time, I seemed to become more and more dependent on you, and now that I think about it, this kind of thing can only be described as absurd and bizarre.

Haha, sorry, Accardo, it's obviously Christmas, but almost all of what is written in this Christmas letter is my nagging, I'm really sorry.

You are my lifelong friend, partner, teacher, benefactor, and beloved person. I never have the luxury of being with you forever, I only hope that the brief warmth can comfort my soul. You say that the fate of man is difficult to change, but what about the fate of vampires?

There may be no answer to this question, I just hope that everything will be fine in the future.

Open the window and look outside, the whole country is immersed in that joyful atmosphere, maybe it is also time for us to let go of the burden and relax. At least we still have the right to be happy, don't we?

Finally, I would like to ask, do you have time for dinner tomorrow night?

May Who Loved You

Deeply December 25, 1965 Mr

. Accardo:

Dear Mr. Accardo, how are you doing? What are you doing now?

Today is a rare Christmas, so I specially wrote you a Christmas letter, I hope you have received this letter in time.

During this time, I also completed my work as carefully as always. Most of them are friendly and I had a great time with them. However, there are a very small number of people who have bad problems such as alcoholism and gambling, but please rest assured that none of this will affect me. Mrs. York also gave me some of the pies she made, and she was always so gentle. I think these days should be considered comfortable.

Whether it's the speed of typing or the efficiency of delivering letters, I keep it first. Today's letters are extraordinary, and most of them are Christmas letters, so after thinking about it, I decided to write one to you as well.

What I want to tell you is that in the process of delivering letters over the years, I seem to have found something different. I also take this opportunity to convey to you, although I don't know what this emotion is.

Over the years, the telephone has gradually become more popular, and my workload has also decreased. Maybe one day this position will gradually disappear. Dear Mr. Accardo, can you tell me where I will go when I lose this job one day?

I also asked my teacher this question a few days ago, and the teacher's answer was to let me follow my inner voice. I swear, I really asked my heart countless times, but there was only one answer in my heart, and that was to follow you, Mr. Accardo. By then, will you agree? Do you think I'm dragging my feet? When I thought of this, my fingertips couldn't help but tremble. Ah, this situation really can't make me think deeply, can you give me a reply after seeing this letter? Even if it's just one sentence.

What was the purpose for which I was created? What is that churning emotion in my heart? Even if I ask myself this, my brain can't give me a satisfactory answer. Sometimes I want to be busy with my work, a little busier, so that maybe I can suppress the crankiness in my head.

Sometimes I wonder if only I could have eyes that could see through the future, as in mythology. However, if this happens, it may also bring misfortune. What should I do? Dear Mr. Accardo, my master.

But whatever your thoughts are, I will obey your orders with utmost obedience and respect, waiting for your instructions.

Finally, I sincerely wish you a wonderful Christmas.

Violet Evegaden

, December 25, 1965