Letter to Wifey

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Dear Wifey!
Fish are neither good nor bad today. I pulled two nice pike and a few small perch. By midday, I hauled in a fat carp that fought me hard till the very end. Now my back hurts like hell, and my feet are colder than the river stones. But I’ve got a cure for both.
Bless the knyaz for the strong spirits he’s brought under his rule!
See you in a couple of days.
– H.