Now I'll write like i'm a boy from the victorian era!
Dear Mother,
It so pains and embarrassed me to write this letter to you.
I know how disappointed you will be with me, but must tell you at any rate.
I seem to have found myself in jail...
Now, before you become completely furious, please, allow me to explain!
I had just arrived in London's port, when Ed found me.
He was so very excited, and he had a few chaps with him.
He convinced me into going out to drink with him.
I know, I know, I should have said no...But, He was the only person I was familiar with here.
I didn't want to be rude.
So, a few forced glasses later I had found myself in an arm wrestling match with the biggest fellow you could think of.
It was much like David and Goliath.
I will say that I had a magnificent victory, but, my large friend didn't exactly see it that way.
Well, to be curt. I got into a rather tedious fight with him and well, here I am.
Bloodied and bruised...
I do so apologize, mother.
I love you,
Your son,
Alexander.
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