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1) Dear awesome girl with short, curly red hair who sat next to me on the subway--
I liked your leather cowboy hat. And your clogs. And the HUGE bottle of Dr. Pepper that you were sucking away at. I also liked the rings you wore on every finger, and your long, curving, wine-red fingernails. But most of all I liked it that you were reading all of the MALLOREAN in a collected volume, starting with the boring prologue part, and that you laughed out loud at it.
Come live with me and be my love, awesome girl with short, curly red hair.
I'm sure Mr. Smarty-Pants won't mind.
Love,
Pryss
2) Dear tiny dead bird whose corpse I picked up off the sidewalk in a piece of paper towel and carried to the trash can--
You were really beautiful, with your tiny, dainty little scratchy feet and your elegant, strong wing-feathers, and the bright burst of orange and yellow on your little, dead, head. Also, you weighed about as much as the piece of paper towel I picked you up with.
If I weren't so freaked out about West Nile and bird flu and worms and fleas and stuff, I would totally have picked you up in my hands and petted your little, dead, head. And pulled your little folded wing open, and felt your scratchy claws with my fingertips.
But then Mr. Smarty-Pants would probably have either divorced me or forcibly scrubbed me down in bleach until I was very clean and looked like Michael Jackson.
So, you know, paper towel. Anyway, rest in peace, little dead bird.
Love,
Pryss
3) Dear Boss,
Sorry I was late to work and couldn't open your office door and turn on your lights like you asked me to in the message you left on my voice mail. You got here before I did, as it turned out. That sucked.
But I still sort of wish you wouldn't look at me like you're silently plotting my demise. It makes me a little nervous.
Please don't hurt me,
Pryss
I liked your leather cowboy hat. And your clogs. And the HUGE bottle of Dr. Pepper that you were sucking away at. I also liked the rings you wore on every finger, and your long, curving, wine-red fingernails. But most of all I liked it that you were reading all of the MALLOREAN in a collected volume, starting with the boring prologue part, and that you laughed out loud at it.
Come live with me and be my love, awesome girl with short, curly red hair.
I'm sure Mr. Smarty-Pants won't mind.
Love,
Pryss
2) Dear tiny dead bird whose corpse I picked up off the sidewalk in a piece of paper towel and carried to the trash can--
You were really beautiful, with your tiny, dainty little scratchy feet and your elegant, strong wing-feathers, and the bright burst of orange and yellow on your little, dead, head. Also, you weighed about as much as the piece of paper towel I picked you up with.
If I weren't so freaked out about West Nile and bird flu and worms and fleas and stuff, I would totally have picked you up in my hands and petted your little, dead, head. And pulled your little folded wing open, and felt your scratchy claws with my fingertips.
But then Mr. Smarty-Pants would probably have either divorced me or forcibly scrubbed me down in bleach until I was very clean and looked like Michael Jackson.
So, you know, paper towel. Anyway, rest in peace, little dead bird.
Love,
Pryss
3) Dear Boss,
Sorry I was late to work and couldn't open your office door and turn on your lights like you asked me to in the message you left on my voice mail. You got here before I did, as it turned out. That sucked.
But I still sort of wish you wouldn't look at me like you're silently plotting my demise. It makes me a little nervous.
Please don't hurt me,
Pryss
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