Can you read that? I cant.
Anyway, the other morning I woke up to find a strange letter waiting on the kitchen table.
The penciling is similar to my own but younger and rougher in nature. As you can plainly see, the return address is from my old high school, Churchill. Oh no, what could this be? Perhaps an odd attempt to drive a former student to madness at the hands of curiosity? Even if the envelope is filled with nothing more then my own doom, it must opened!
Aah, well... that's just adorable isn't it. Somewhat embarrassing as well...
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