The Weeping Willow

Rubbish, the first letter

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Hello dear,

Nice weather we're having?

I hear your life has turned out grand, unlike mine...

How have you been?

This letter is a load of rubbish, atrocious. You make me jumble up my words so terribly that even if you put the alphabet in front of me, I could not even tell A from Z.

Rubbish, as I was saying, so that this piece of parchment will end up crinkled and crumpled along with the tens of others that are overflowing in my wastepaper basket.

I promise the next will be better.