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Hello Old Chum,
Things aren't working out to great for you lately, I heard. Not really surprised with the dad you've got. Denethor is a prime candidate for reading You Never Stop Being a Parent. If you give it to the eagles, they can get it to him express mail. Also, technology in the form of palantirs is not really his thing. If I were you, I would strongly discourage their use. Technology in the form of magic rings is not really your thing, either. It will not lead to long life and happiness. I suggest you refocus your efforts elsewhere.
My Dear Fellow,
Kissing girls without permission is one in a very long range of decisions that Have Not Worked Out For You. Bootleg liquor looks like it's going to be another one. Please, please don't go through with it. This is the 1920s. Bootleg liquor is illegal, and you could spend your time better by drinking orange phosphate instead, like Lilla suggested. I like you heaps, though, and your new wing walker is very cute.
PS. Can you give me a ride in the Jenny sometime?
You and I hung out for a long time. Weeks, in fact. I was not the most faithful of companions. On the level of Samwise to Job's friends it was more on the latter scale of things. But I mean, it could have been worse. Just go talk to King Turgon when you get worried and ask him how long it's been since we hung out. He's got a war he needs help with in the most secret spot of Middle Earth, but I gave your Jewish revolt precedence. He did not have Iris to deal with, however. You needed extra reinforcements.
Most girls probably like nicknames. Sweetie. Precious friend. Girlie. Things like that. I generally have to Google such names for my stories, because I am neither romantic nor creative along those lines. Angel and Cupcake are others I've seen repeated ad infinitum. The former is a theological lie, and the latter is goofy. As bad as they are, however, I have never seen Carrots make the list. Try Googling next time.
You know, football players may be in danger of later troubles from the amount of times they get knocked on the head. So far I think you are in trouble too. You've passed out twice in this book (three times counting the dehydration) and that can't be good for anyone's grey fluff. If I were you, I'd try a helmet and a bullet proof vest. Also, don't hang out with Thompson and Thomson. They generally cause explosions in their wake.
In other exciting news, I bought a Kindle! While I'll have various internet functions I can use it for, I primarily bought it as an e-reader. So after it arrives today *impatient bounce* I will start getting it set up. Look out for informed opinions on e-readers here on the blog in future!
And now I'm off for more studies. Hope you all have a lovely and bookish weekend!