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Dear LJ,
You don't mind if I call you LJ, do you? It has a nice ring to it, although it reminds me of someone I once knew...I mustn't think of that right now. There is much to do before I can wallow in my heartache (a phrase which here means lie under the bed in a cheap motel, while eating an old m&m that I found hidden in a corner).
I apologize for getting you wet, LJ. I am sitting in my snow fort as I write this, and I fear it is melting. Soon I will have to leave this Fortress of Wetitude before my enemies find me. It will be good to eat something besides snow cones again, though.
LJ, I feel like I've known you forever and can spill my heart out to you (This does not actually mean that I will remove my heart, liquefy it, and somehow have it escape whatever container I put it in. Rather, it means I can share my innermost thoughts and feelings with you, much like I did with El Jay, whose death I blame myself for every second of the day. Ah, El Jay, how I miss you!)
I will attempt to tell you the story of the Potter Orphan, and his best friend, the Boy Who Cried 'Werewolf!', for fear it will be lost forever. Perhaps, LJ, if I tell it to you, you will find a way to let the Wizard World know the true story and not the despicable, wicked filth that passes for the truth in that rag, the Daily Prophet.
Oh no, a ray of sunlight has made its way into my cozy hideaway. I must hurry, before I will be forced to trade in my parka for a swimsuit. And after the tragedy at Majorca, of which I still cannot speak, I swore I would never wear a swimsuit again.
Sincerely,
your friend,
Pumpkiny Widget
You don't mind if I call you LJ, do you? It has a nice ring to it, although it reminds me of someone I once knew...I mustn't think of that right now. There is much to do before I can wallow in my heartache (a phrase which here means lie under the bed in a cheap motel, while eating an old m&m that I found hidden in a corner).
I apologize for getting you wet, LJ. I am sitting in my snow fort as I write this, and I fear it is melting. Soon I will have to leave this Fortress of Wetitude before my enemies find me. It will be good to eat something besides snow cones again, though.
LJ, I feel like I've known you forever and can spill my heart out to you (This does not actually mean that I will remove my heart, liquefy it, and somehow have it escape whatever container I put it in. Rather, it means I can share my innermost thoughts and feelings with you, much like I did with El Jay, whose death I blame myself for every second of the day. Ah, El Jay, how I miss you!)
I will attempt to tell you the story of the Potter Orphan, and his best friend, the Boy Who Cried 'Werewolf!', for fear it will be lost forever. Perhaps, LJ, if I tell it to you, you will find a way to let the Wizard World know the true story and not the despicable, wicked filth that passes for the truth in that rag, the Daily Prophet.
Oh no, a ray of sunlight has made its way into my cozy hideaway. I must hurry, before I will be forced to trade in my parka for a swimsuit. And after the tragedy at Majorca, of which I still cannot speak, I swore I would never wear a swimsuit again.
Sincerely,
your friend,
Pumpkiny Widget