Dear Dream,
Well, we've finally arrived in America and I have no fucking clue what I'm supposed to do. Sapnap picked us up the day you kicked the bucket. Nice timing. Anyways, the others are probably gonna end up writing letters to you as well if they haven't already, but theirs won't be very poggers. George already wrote a bunch of letters to you.
I haven't seen him around lately but he spends an awful lot of time at your headstone. Sorry for missing your funeral by the way. Too sad, no thank you. Hope heaven is treating you well. If you ended up there, that is. You were right by the way. America's a cool place. Never thought I'd travel here.
Tubbo and I work in the kitchen with George and this dude named Grain. I think that was his name. He said he was a minecraft dude before the apocalypse. Turns out he's british too! We will make America British again. The odds were unbelievably low, but there are a bunch of youtubers here actually. This woman said she was a minecraft roleplayer back in the day and another woman said she used to play minecraft with her ex-husband. Wilbur and Nikki really like them both.
Sapnap was talking to other camp leaders and I wasn't invited. But like, imagine going to a fucking summer camp in the apocalypse. Tubbo's one of them by the way. He's in charge of placing incoming people into houses. Anywho, they were talking about moving further inland. Like, somewhere in old Canada probably. I really hope the sea levels don't rise any more. Portland's kinda growing on me. It's seasideish like Brighton. Well, Tubbo's calling me for kitchen duty so I gotta go. Something about apple pie? I dunno. I'll probably end up writing again soon but until then don't die! Again!
Best Regards,
Big T
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