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Letter #2: My boys,

My boys,

    I, Tommy Innit, successfully managed to secure a job at a vinyl record store. Tubbo, they have that weird genre that you like here, Folk Music I think. And Ranboo they have your Lemon Demon shit or whatever. 

    So far life’s looking up boys. Job is marked off the checklist. I’ve got a house, job, now it’s just time for the food bit.

    I might have to just snag something from the bakery after hours. Not the best option but can’t help being a poor bitch.

    I should’ve stayed nearer Snowchester, you guys are so far away and letters take forever to send. And they take money. 

    I should probably legally acquire some more money, even with the vinyl record place I’m not making enough for rent, let alone to buy food or send letters. I guess it’s time to go job hunting again. 

    First I’ll steal some food. Can’t be running empty while trying to charm people into hiring me ;)

- Your Tommy