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Dear Kitty,
Twenty-five days until we chicas leave. North north, west west west. Sylvia and I will rough-and-tumble in the back, taking notes in our heads and pretending we're not disastrous navigators. In a bit, we will discuss to great lengths the details of our shock treatment--how they tied us down but never had the decency to use the blindfold. Humblebug. Maybe next time we'll take what they give us. For the moment we must rest, and Ted--oh innocence--must be drained from our callouses. Goodnight
Twenty-five days until we chicas leave. North north, west west west. Sylvia and I will rough-and-tumble in the back, taking notes in our heads and pretending we're not disastrous navigators. In a bit, we will discuss to great lengths the details of our shock treatment--how they tied us down but never had the decency to use the blindfold. Humblebug. Maybe next time we'll take what they give us. For the moment we must rest, and Ted--oh innocence--must be drained from our callouses. Goodnight