May 04, 2010 23:50
[a folded up, ratty sheet of paper is left at Atlas' door]
DEAR ATLAS,
it be the end o the day an i were thinkin bout ye as usual. i do be wantin ye two know ow much i sincerely lvoe th times ye writ me back. it do means sew much to me.it trewly seems like ive known ye ferver an i cant imagine life without ye na. ive trewly been blessed by findin ye an i never want to let go
LOVE,
MOLLY
what is this shoite?,
suspension of disbelief,
let's make wild whoopie!,
this is not an elaborate ruse,
pretty princess dress-up time,
well i came,
in no way is this creepy,
wait he was serious?,
fangasm,
everybody is who they say they are,
font size="ust",
what is this i don't even,
the world's greatest irish,
pen pals of the damned,
font color="suspicious",
if that's not romance...,
stan "the man" poole,
firm irish bunty,
pretend to be straight,
atlas "atlas" atlas,
"molly" mcgee