Dear Dad,
I was up at the mall today with Mom and Jessi and Kat. I was looking at the housing stuff in this one store with Mom and pointing out things i liked.
She said she could see my house being full of odds and ends. I can't disagree to that. I think I'd like my house like that- with tons of neat trinkets and things to look at. I mean, my room's already like that with all my bookshelves full of books and figurines and stuff in front of them.
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Dear Dad,
General FictionA collection of letters that a daughter wrote to her father of everything that she wishes she could say to him. She will, eventually... but until then? She'll keep writing until she works up the courage to tell him. [The chapters for this story are...
