After reading no. 1
To the Persian
I am leaving this letter for you, because once you were my friend.
Now of course, I have only enemies. People scream when they see my
face. I am clever, it is true, but no woman can ever love me. And how
can a man live without love?
When I was a chled, I was very unhappy. My mother never kissed me.
She didn't want to look at me because I was so ugly. And years later,
when I was a man, I did many terrible things. I know tha, and I am
sorry know. But I did one good thin in my life. Christine is free.
She can marry the Vicomte and be happy.
But I can never forget her wonderful voice, and I cannot live without her.
And so, goodbye.
Erik
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