I am still trying to write this letter. I am at day two and all I have so far is:
"I need a mother. Please sign me."
My latte is cold and my pen is almost out of ink. Poor me. If you could see the weather here in LA it is beautiful, matches my foggy mood perfectly.
Lattes' are overrated. Who am I kidding, nothing compares to black coffee. Well I have to walk over to Vons, I am out of popcorn.
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