Randi <- Catie

Dearest friend Randiriel,

How very pleased am I to learn of your enjoyment of my letter. I must confess, writing these letters and receiving your replies are the very highlight of my week. My mother thanks you for your wish for fair weather. She and I both wondered on the fact that your warm wishes came on one of the warmest days of the month!

I cannot contain my joy for your many wondrous happenings! I send my congratulations for your husband's more permanent employment. Such wondrous news! I wish you both great fortune and the greatest of joy!

As to your brother's recent endeavors of friendship and fondness, I send my heartfelt wish for happiness. There are so few things more exciting than meeting new friends and the company they keep. As for this game you wrote of, as exciting as it does indeed sound, I must postpone my exploration of it. You see, dear Randiriel, I have recently purchased a game called Mario and Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story, and I am so enraptured by it that I have scarce room in my head for little else! I must also express my deep frustrations, as I am currently stuck on one particular point and can move no further! Dear Randiriel, I have made it my vow to defeat this foe which stands in my way of progression but alas! At every turn I stumble and fail! It is infuriating to say the least!

Such an emotional four and twenty ours these have been for me dear friend! There is of course the rage at that accursed video game, but also a deep sorrow felt only last night. This was not a true sorrow, but a kind of emotion I cannot describe. As it produced many tears however, sorrow was the word that came to mind. Fear not my friend! It was a frivolous thing for which I cried. Last night was the series finale of Lost, and the ending was so complete, so perfect, sad, and joyous, that I was moved to tears. More I cried for this ending than I did for Supernatural! To this morning the tears persisted!

To more positive emotions! Today I had a laugh at the expense of a friend of mine. You see yesterday, he was in a most frustrated and upset kind of mood. To illustrate, he stole my marker and drew upon my shoulder a sad face. In retaliation, I seized back my marker and attacked him before he got away, drawing a smiling face on his shoulder. Not only that dear friend, but underneath the smile I wrote "be happy", much to his discontent.

Imagine my surprise when he informed me today that he had been considering making the illustration a permanent fixture on his person by means of tattoo! It brought me great joy to know he liked my creation that much. However, in the end he decided against it, fearing that such a design would be considered "a little silly". Preposterous! However he solidified his decision after consulting a few of his male friends.

Ah but the time has come again where I have run short on words. Dear friend, thank you and your husband for your regards, and I send you regards of my own! To you and your dear family I send my warmest wishes of health, happiness and fortune.


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(While my original letter ended, I had more to add a few days later....)

My dear friend, you simply must forgive me for not sending my letter in a timely manner. It appears that lack of sleep makes me forgetful, and I wanted to make my letter presentable (aka readable) before it was sent out.

But alas! It appears I shall have no guarantee of sleep, even with the time off from work. You see, dear friend, the severe burn I have received upon my right forearm at my place of employment has proven to be quite a hindrance. Make no worries for my pain, for though my arm in general is quite sore, the burn itself only hurts when I accidentally stretch it (or pop something). However, I've always found using my arm as a pillow quite comfortable, and now that I cannot I find myself restless. I also find myself extremely self conscious, for when I leave the house to go to town, I receive many an awkward stare from the general public.

But that is not all, dear friend. For this very morning I was changing the bandages, and upon seeing my burn in all its second degree glory, I realized the assumptions from my family could no longer be denied. From this injury, I shall have a most sizable and unsightly scar. I shall tell you that up until this morning I thought it not such a big deal if I did receive a scar, but now I fear I shall never get a husband with such an ugly forearm. What shall I do dear friend, when my arm looks like it belongs to Freddy Krueger? Perhaps I am being melodraumatic, but I cannot seem to banish this unease, especially after the realization of the severity of my eventual scarring.

I shall now repeat to you my wishes of happiness to you and yours, for when I last wrote them on this letter was several days ago. Please do forgive me for not sending it sooner, and due to my lack of expediency make no haste whatsoever in the timeliness of your reply.

yours most apologetically,
Catie