I hope your animals are well-groomed. (That's how my dad says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.)

We had some guy from the college come today and talk about pledging Lambda Omicron Delta, the big fraternity over there. I said I had enough friends without buying any, which was pretty funny, until he said he could tell that wasn't true just looking at me. It would've been okay if my former best friend Pauly Pena had stuck up for me. Whatever. I have friends! I've got you, anyway.

Me and Robby and Woody are building this awesome fort out in the woods. We just found a whole buttload of plastic milk-crates, so we're going to use that to make it super-killer.

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