Dear Elizabeth,
Okay, being here a day, I realized staying here may not be the best choice. If I stay here, I will have a place to live, a place to eat, and a place to sleep. But, I also have a man who abuses me. This is not God's plan for me. I need to find a way out. I am writing this while he out. He leaves everyday about six-thirty. I must hurry because he comes back at nine o'clock, expecting dinner on the table, laundry done, and me smiling saying "Yes, dear," " Absolutely , dear." I NEED TO GET BACK ON THE STREETS!
I will need to inform you on what is gping on here, in my town.He brings me the newspaper everyday. More bombs, that is what killed him. All over! why, why, why, can you not just help! Or just reply! Jesus! oops sorry, that was not needed.
I found a tiny crack in the logs making up the walls. And i also found a rather very sharp knife. I must try this plan... Wish me luck!
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
