Letter: Kingsley to Fabian

[kingshacks]

Fabian,

I meant to ask you at graduation, where's your damn earring? I knew you'd puss out, you sodding wanker.

love,

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[kingshacks]

My pretty pretty princess (or is that me?),

Being afraid of your mother is not an excuse for the loss of my brother in crime. My ear feels lonely, and I remain exceedingly disappointed. Hear you're going to help Frank the Crank move his stuff into the flat. Were I not here in Jamaica on the beach, I'd crash that party in seconds, if only to help you carry the heavy things (I am chivalrous in my musclebound state). I know how you do not like to mess your hair.

Kings.