Hey, hey, hey, I
wrote a story, but it’s not funny. In
fact, it’s not even happy. Don’t
worry. I’ll spare you the agony of
reading it. I tried to write you a funny
one, but it’s not going well. Cindy read
the part I have done, and she said it doesn’t sound like me. I think I need a totally new idea. I’m sure I’ll think of something. I wrote a poem, too, but, oh well, nothing
for you to read except this lame letter.
Actually, it’s been
a highly stressful few days for numerous reasons that I need not complicate
your life with. I think that’s why I’ve
had the nightmares. I told you that I
was a hyper person who worries excessively, didn’t I?! These last days have been enough to shave ten
years off of my life! (It’s a good thing
I don’t smoke – ha ha!)
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