Day 53,
Hello, slimey man!
I've been thinking about my ex fiancés recently. I think I miss them just as much as I miss you. I wonder if you're getting these letters. Do you like dogs? I know for a fact you've seen a dog before. Personally I think you'd have conflicting feelings on dogs. Do dogs eat slimes? I sure hope not. If they don't I think you'd love them. Anyways, instead of doing a question, I thought I'd teach you a new word! The word promise. It's like, if I tell you I'm going to bake a cake, or something, and then I say I promise, that means that I'll definitely do it. People don't mean to break promises, but sometimes they do. Like, I promise that if I ever see you again I'll find out if you like dogs! No, not if, I will see you again. Remember when I showed you that big hole in the ground? That place used to be called L'manburg. Now I call it L'manhole. I used to be Vice President there, and it wasn't too fun. I'm glad it's not there anymore. Anyways, how are you feeling? Did you make a friend? Like, a little cat. Or maybe a new human friend! Make sure to tell them all about me. I miss you, buddy!
Love,
Quackity (from Las Nevadas)
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