Thoughts:

The brown pants I sewed ripped today.

My mom told an arrogant stranger how her father died,

it made me proud.

I'm in a spelling bee. I can spell topography.

Not mystique though. No mystique. I don't even have mystique.

I just ate shepard's pie.

Karen makes it goood.

I've come to realize that I can read words that are upside down or backwards

really well.

I feel as if the Are You Hungry For Fame ad on the Heinz ketchup bottles is a calling,

because you have to make a commercial,

and i love film,

and you can win 57,000 dollars,

and 57 is my favorite number.

Last thing:

I love to singa, about the moona and the juna and the springa

I love to singa.

Yours Truely,

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