Mail Call — Day 21


Dearest Rick,

Don’t stifle your emotions my handsome prince, that story was overflowing with artistic genius.

This morn I felt a subtle buzz on my hip, I gently reached to retrieve my cell phone to see my dads number. I was overcome with exultation. My dad hasn’t called since General JBE issued his orders to quarantine. I excitedly said hello then he proceeds to tell me that the bald guy should get an Emmy for that story on the old people.

He suddenly hangs up before I could tell him about the poor audio quality captured within the piece.

I dream of the day we can trollop to the fruit stand, I haven’t had the desire to partake in a fresh banana since we were torn from each other.

Never fear, for one day I will pull that wife beater over my taut body and partake of a ripe banana like old times.

Can Ms Gail call Ms Ty and tell her what matrimonial duties consist of???

Warmest salutations,
Left Eye Daquano
2nd Regime
69th Battalion

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