| I hope that your niece is fresh as the morning dew. (That's how my grandmother says I should start letters. Only she calls 'em "missives" -- what's that all about?) I got clobbered at dodgeball practice today, because I was watching the cheerleaders practice nearby -- mainly Peyton McKnight, but they all look amazing. I'm really jealous of Logan, the only guy cheerleader. He gets to lift the girls up by their butts and all sorts of stuff! I have no idea how he manages to concentrate on the routines. The other day me and Chip were playing hockey over by the old old condemned mineshaft and he said he thought he saw a werewolf. I told him they weren't real, and he got this weird look in his eyes and said "Oh, they're real. They're real, all right. You'll find out soon enough." |