Dear Daisy,
Daisy, I was reading your letter again. And I just flipped it around and I noticed some more writing that I didn’t notice it was there, before. I read the words about– I don’t know, just many times, I lost count. And until now, I have been trying to understand what you meant, Daisy.
“There is a treasure I left behind. Keep looking, and you will find.–D.”
Seriously, Dee, what is this? I don’t get it. I can’t get it. What treasure? Where should I look? Where will I find it?
And the most important question of all, Daisy: since when did you write riddles that rhyme?
Love,
Jasmine.
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Do you want me to finish this story tonight; yes or no? Thank you!
