My dear fatty is apparently dead (or asleep) so I hope you're okay. Cheer up, I'll make for you mashed potato when you read this. (Must be feeling very honoured, everyone loves my potato) Love you alot, star bitch. :)
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WAHSEH CANT YOU CALL ME SOMETHING NICER THAN FATTY HAHAHA. Love you la did you really make my mashed potatoes!
Damn late reply. Sorry fatty. :( I very sleepy and I realise I haven't written your letter. :(
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