Was this letter written by Ken?

Please forgive me for not having written for a long time.

The letter was written.

Please write a letter to me.

I wasn't happy. I was angry. I couldn't see my cartoons.

This letter was written by Naoko last night.

We added two to that, so we wrote twenty.

let me erase this and extend this down a little bit so I can go all the way down to 5 without making it look too messy. so let's go all the way down here. and so we can number it this is 1, this is 2, this is 3, and then this could be 1

For a more grandiose effect, I guess.

But the reality is that we can all do something.

So like always let's just rewrite this, so I'm going to write the 8,085.

Or do they have knowledge of the unknown which they copy down?

Or that they possess the hidden, so they are writing it?

Or is the Unseen in their keeping, and so they are writing it down?

Is with them the unseen, so that they write down?

Or that the Ghaib (unseen here in this Verse it means Al Lauh Al Mahfuz) is in their hands, so that they can write it down?

Or do they know the future, and so they write it down?

Or do they have any knowledge of the Unseen which they are now writing down?

Or is the Unseen theirs that they can write (thereof)?

Do they possess access to the Unseen, so that they write it down?

Or, is the Unseen with them, and they are writing it down!

Or have they knowledge of the unseen, so they write it down?

Do they possess the knowledge of the unseen which confirms the truthfulness of their belief?

Or have they (the knowledge of) the unseen, so that they write (it) down?

Is the unseen within their grasp so that they write it down?

Or that the Unseen is in their hands, so that they can write it down?

I've written three letters.

Who wrote this letter?

The letter was written by her.

This certificate was imported from the following sources

I blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary, and I posed a kind of crazy promise to the Internet that if you asked me for a hand written letter,

So, Alice decides to communicate using letters written in some kind of secret code.

I wrote to Tom, and my sister also wrote to him.

You want to go and interview yourself some corporate psychopaths.

But who's to say I didn't write the address down in my day planner?

In those times documents had hard covers, they were filled in by hand, and they stated your job.

Oh my God! Holy crap! Is that a movement?

So we went out, and we looked at all the car companies.

I've finished writing the letter.

Has he written the letter yet?

A letter to my brother, a draft.

Nine times three was twenty seven.

It's equal to seventeen.

And I've never been able to sing.

I left my dictionary downstairs.