[gunsofaugust]

Your conspiracy theory evaporated from silliness, so you let out another sob as you twitted back under the tinfoil.

When the coast is clear, sneak back out to the porch and pick - - your nose. Unfortunately you can't stop writing me.

Contempt? You sound obsessed.

One more thing, your last goodbye sounded a little limp in the wrist, not that there's anything wrong with that,, uh,, sure.

Bye Alice.

[CarolinaGuitarman]

Buh bye! :)