Dear Kyrie,

I am most sorry you must stoop. I only wish I would have thought to get rich quickly by doing that! Oh well, there is still plenty of time left on the year! Ha ha! I shall join you. I have even thought up of a nom de plume for a bodice ripper — Celine dePapillion. There shall be heaving breasteses! And leering bad guys! And handsome, torn between duty & love FBI agents! Maybe a limping puppy? Too much? An orphan? A limping orphan holding a puppy?

Well, now my creative juices are really flowing. Nope. Wait. That’s just some gas station sushi that did not agree with me last night. In any case, I just wanted to wish you good luck & good tidings. Hoping next week will bring good news, & the world will finally recognize your obvious brilliance as I do.

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