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A Kiss to Build a Dream On
For the Clex The Classics Challenge. My movie: I Was a Male War Bride / "I am an alien spouse of American military personnel en route to the United States under public law 271 of the Congress." The text of the letter: Clark, No, that isn't right. Let me start again. Dearest Husband. Bearer of my violet kisses? My conjugal cock? It's all beginning to feel unreal since you left. The paperwork has become nightmare. Your young nation seems to have neglected to make provisions for military spouses of the prick-carrying variety and no amount of either swearing or condescension has sped the great bureaucratic wheel. I'm relieved every morning to find the picture Sully took after our wedding. If it wasn't for the proof that it happened, I'd begin to believe the entire week a fantasy brought on by too much scotch and too little crotch. I wish there were more of you in it. I should have requisitioned your service snaps so I could see your honeyed lips more easily when I offend the flesh at night. I miss you. You and your US rationed chocolate. I miss your hard hands and gentle sighs. But mostly I miss resting my eyes upon you. I've already told you they pulled me to file work while I wait for my papers, yes? It's mind-numbing, Clark. Beloved. In defense of what little mental acuity I retained after you'd finished with me, I've been recalling your stories of your farm. I've been completely stuck to imagine a farm lacking stone fences. Are you quite sure you don't live in the wild west? Or rather, have your mentioned me to your family? To this Littleton you incessantly reference? They must have welcomed you back with open arms and eligible daughters once they learned of your medals and commendations. Do you think they'll be very welcoming? I wouldn't be half so unsure if they wore diamonds and slurred their less noble neighbors, I am considered quite a catch in the wilds of London, you know. I believe I have started to hate the little picture you left me. The date says it is the day we were married, but I know it was also the day you left. I never expected to have a twelve hour honeymoon. Damn this war. Write soon so I have something to read in the idle hours of the night when I can't sleep and think of you. And, if you please, send a photograph of my new home. Preferably with unclothed husband anticipating my arrival. Any heroic action you might undertake to bring me home faster wouldn't go amiss, either. If things continue on this route, I'll be forced to acquire some dresses and smuggle myself to you. Stay well. Yours, L

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