August 21st, 1695
Dear Elizabeth,
You probably don't know me, but I know you. well, who doesn't know you? Princess of Cambolina, beauteous, long brunette hair, that shines in the sun, always wearing the finest green gowns. What lady would not want to be you? I know i would. It's better than sleeping on the streets, wearing old rags from when i was about 15 years old, and never being able to comb my red hair of mine. I am 18,and my name is Fairlamb. I perfer not to bring up the subjec of my parebts, or really any other family. I live were it reeks of rotten grapes and young adult smoke. There are brick buildings everywhere around me. Everyone loooks gloomy. Except on Sunny days, they seem to brighten everyone's mood.
I have finally found a piece of paper! Paper is very valuable down here. It's expensive, and you must travel far to get it. What am i writing with you may ask? well, It is rutabaga juice. Only stuff i could find on the streets. Anyways, I'm writting to you in our time of need, my time of need. The villiage is falling apart. We are begining to go into debt. people are getting fired from their work, their companies can no longerafford them. And as for me, i just need a companion, someone to chat with. No one wants to talk to the girl on the streets, although many of us are begining to live on the streets, I noticed. My pet mouse, Rud, is the only friend i have.
Please, princess, help us.
Sincerly,
Fairlamb
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Dear Elizabeth
RandomFairlamb is not your average hobo. She falls in love, moves in with a speacial someone, and gets kidnapped, and has the time of her life. She will enjoy telling this to her grandchildren
