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September, 1944
Dear Moomin,
Hello! My name is Snufkin, though I suppose you already know that...The reason Iʻm writing this is because of Alicia and Alvia. They told me writing letters to someone or something important to me will help me regain my memories, or will at least help me find some stability with everything thatʻs been going on…
As you may know, we are at war. Iʻm not sure how long Iʻve been fighting, or if Iʻll be fighting any longer. Iʻve recently been caught in a bad one, it seems, and a couple of days ago I woke up in a hospital with no clue who I am. I still donʻt know who I am, really. Alicia said she grew up with me, and Alvia told me that I was part of the military sent to Europe (which is where I assume I am at the moment), but theyʻre both busy with the war to really talk to me.
They did try to help me with my amnesia though, and told me it was best to write down my thoughts in letters. This was originally going to be to a journal, but if Iʻm being honest, the idea of writing to a journal sounds childish, and Iʻd be too embarrassed to ever read or write a word in this book. I asked if they knew anyone who I could write to that meant a lot to me before I lost my memory, and they told me to write to you. Moomin. I canʻt remember you now, but your name already gives me comfort in this strange, foreign place. I hope that if I return home soon, Iʻll return to you.
Farewell for now,
Snufkin