Letter forty nine: YAAAAAY!! YOU DIDNT TAKE RHE SWEARTW I MEAN THE SWEATER AHHHHH I LOVE YOU
Letter fifty: I'm so excited to show off my costume to you, especially the fishnets (istg if it doesn't even turn you on a little I will be pissed.) but fr though I'm really happy with it so far-I am however worried abt pe 😀🙏
Letter fifty one: you said you always watch me in pe but part of me thinks that's bullshit because whenever I have the chance to I'm ALWAYS staring at you in pe. And i mean ALWAYS. And I never see you look back.
Letter fifty two: things I want in/outside our house. A strip pole, at least one box of cards against humanity, a really fucked up funny sculpture of Jesus, p l a n t s, a REALLY cool and sexy queen-king sized bed (maybe a canopy), A BEAUTIFUL NATIVE OUTDOOR GARDEN WITH THREE RACER DUCKS NAMED SUGAR, HONEY, AND STANLEYANNE, STAN FOR SHORT, AND A FLUFFY FOX LIKE DOG WE CHERISH AS OUR OWN CHILD. And in the garden there should be a small pond healthy and drinkable (for animals) but overgrown and gorgeously adorned with aged statues/stone sculptures.
Letter fifty three: I also want a fluffy cat but it's fine if you don't want one, actually fuck the cat, what if we had snails??? Anyway please hold me I want to cuddle all day.
