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Dear emmie
Dear emmie




dear emmie

I was dreaming of you the other night again and woke up to find my arm round my bed-mates waist, rather a disappointment what! (oh !! “Mum’s” the word). There is another dance for us to play at again tonight I am getting tired of playing at them it would perhaps be a little better if we had a little swing sound ourselves but “pas chance”. I suppose Mabel will soon get “le grand sac” with nothing to put in it.

dear emmie

How is Mr Clark going on you havn’t mentioned him for quite a long while. I hope you don’t lose your job I don’t think you will.

dear emmie

I think we do get a suit on demob: or the money, I think I will take the former anything does for working in. There were one or two different little things that I had almost forgotten which were recalled to memory by these classes they are much better than drills. It is surprising how much one forgets after a few years from school. We (the drums) don’t have any classes now at all because there is no one to take us. I believe there has been a strike on the railway or something but everything is all right today so there’s nothing to grumble about. All the rations we got yesterday was hard biscuits and a little meat for dinner. Nothing can be done with any certainty now as those who least expect it seem to be going first. I had forgotten that I told you about the French classes but the officer who was taking us has gone away so na pas French classes. Received from Netgalley.Yours to hand of the 23 rd inst. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. Is there such thing as meant to be? Or is it true when they say that life is what happens when you are busy making other plans? But nothing in life ever quite goes as planned, does it?Įmmie Blue is about to learn everything she thinks she knows about life (and love) is just that: what she thinks she knows.

dear emmie

And when Lucas tells Emmie he has a big question to ask her, she’s convinced this is the moment he’ll reveal his feelings for her. So dedicated to her love for Lucas, Emmie has all but neglected her life outside of this relationship-she’s given up the search for her absentee father, no longer tries to build bridges with her distant mother, and lives as a lodger to an old lady she barely knows after being laid off from her job. She has pinned all her hopes on him and waits patiently for him to finally admit that she’s the one for him. Now, fourteen years later, Emmie is hiding the fact that she’s desperately in love with Lucas. Weeks later, on a beach in France, Lucas Moreau discovered the balloon and immediately emailed the attached addressed, sparking an intense friendship between the two teens. Attached was her name, her email address…and a secret she desperately wanted to be free of. At sixteen, Emmie Blue stood in the fields of her school and released a red balloon into the sky.






Dear emmie