On a torn off piece of parchment, in juvenile handwriting and containing a number of spelling errors, the following missive reads:
Husband.
Furst, please could you not call Dorea my cat. As you knowe, she is our cat and I wood apreeciate you admitting as such. Of corse it makes sens that you wood feel this way as you ar an old man and ar bawlding, but do not be jellus of our dotter's byutiful mane. It is time to growe up.
I beg this of you as a symbol of our love.
Wife.
Below the above text is drawn a doodle of Atalanta, Planetes (bald), and their cat, Dorea, between them.
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