today i got a letter from my friend easter who went to live with my auntie shelia's family:
and maybe one day i can visit
Hey Daisy,my mama says easter is going to go live on granddad's farm which is a real farm with cows and not a figurative farm with dead people
It's me, Easter. Just wanted to let you know that I am doing fine. I have new peoples now. They are okay. The boy named Noah doesn't like to get licked. He says I am a ghetto dog because I do drive by licks. Someone keeps filling in the holes that I am digging so that I can escape. I think it is the boy. I'm going to the home of some guy named Granddad tomorrow. They says I'll live with him forever. The momma of this house says they were just offering a temporary shelter, so I has to go to my new home. Okay more later. The girl who lives here is coming, and I am in her room.
Deuces
and maybe one day i can visit
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