I am, as my physician claims, in mortal danger of soon departing this life. I have therefore been advised to pen this letter in regards to wrongs committed during my lifetime, such so that I may find forgiveness. In doing so, I could not help but recall our many games of billiards, and your (more oft than not) un-gentlemen-like behavior.
Therefore, I will now say that I forgive you for being a dandy prat, a braggart, and a cheat, allowing that your foul language was most likely due to the swelling that occurred around your nose as a result of my punching it. This may have happened repeatedly; I fail to recall the exact circumstances of its dislocation (or was it broken?).
Having that off of my mind, I wish you the best of luck. If I was not soon dying, I would not have bothered to pen this, but I was advised that God would be more apt to love me if I forgave your manifold faults.
I suggest that in the future, you do not pick fights with men who so clearly overpower you as I do.
Sincerely, Henry Adam Wood
P.S. On second thought, I suppose it is not unlikely that your bragging ways will soon get you killed by one scoundrel or another, and therefore I assume that I will see you very shortly.
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