Dear Fearless Leader,
I was walking in a snow so heavy it dampered the moon. I was sideways on the coldest night of the year and felt naked. My iron-spiked "no" failed me and so I'm helping out a friend this weekend at an inconvenient time. I didn't get all my work done and I hate the incompleteness. So I came to this diner to be warm and full and write you a letter.
Today has been ok, but I think that home will not be like this.
Your Servant,
BJ
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Sounds like a great book. :)
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