Dear Elizabeth,
I am nicely groomed, dressed in a pink, flowing dress. My hair is nicely combed and almost strait! All because of the brush Clay gave me. And i am fresh because he has asked me to live with him. As a friend... He is just leaving for work now, actually. I said goodbye and gave him a friendly hug. At least made it seem like a friendly one. He shakes the handsome blond hair out out his eyes and was gone. Now, I am stuck here in a day dream hoping he will one day be mine.
Despair is through out the city. Bombing has been taking place at least once every week. It is horrid! Building after building. Wives crying tears and more tears. Husbands taking off their hats and putting them to there chest one by one. And me just standing there in awe. More and more people are losing their jobs, too! I see many more Innocent people lying on a folded piece of cloth trying to fall asleep each night. It feels.. It feels, like someone is smacking you strait across your cheek. It hits you just like that, we are falling apart! Princess help! This is the time we need you the most! Why haven't you replied? Please Princess Elizabeth!
I shall no get some fresh air now, how about?
Sincerely,
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
