From: deathboy01@hotmail.com
For: hottie-sunshine@hotmail.com
Subject: Too lazy to think on a subject. Can't make it funny.
Will, I'm feeling better. I know today is Sunday and that you won't be able to read this until tomorrow afternoon, but I thought you'd like to know. Coincidentally, the medicines you recommended are the ones the doctor told me to consume. And they just made me feel so much better. They told me that tomorrow I'll be as good as new, so don't worry, tomorrow I'll be going to class.
Your guess with my medicine says a lot about your medical abilities, you know? When I'm an adult and suddenly get sick, I'll remember you. By that time you'll be a famous doctor, so I hope you finally get a phone and give me your number before going to Harvard. I also hope you have consideration for an old internet friend and give me a free check-up.
As for your sister, thanks, but I decided I prefer dealing with her myself. Just tell me, why do you let your sisters check your mail? Bad Will.
I kind of get you. I also have three sisters, but mine are older than I am and each one has a different mother (I know, technically we're all step-siblings, but for private reasons, I like to consider them my sisters).
We all live with our father and his new wife, Persephone. I have great news: she hates me. Fortunately, my sisters have nothing to do with her. Anyway, I don't want you talking to any of them, not even Ayalet.
Ps: I think this is the longest email I've written so far. It's obvious I'm bored.
Ps2: Let's leave the letter issue for Tuesday.
Ps3: Postscripts rule.
03/27/2016, 15:08 pm.
YOU ARE READING
It's curious the way destiny plays. Two peculiar people among others and related to each other can live in the same space for an hour each week and not know of the existence of the other. Until there is a break in the routine of one of them and the...
