Dear Book Talk,
I thought this would be fun, since I'm writing you now...
But why, WHY must you be a non-fiction book? ;o;
Those are hard to write, mannnnn.
From,
TK.
Dear My Own Feliks,
Ikr? That kid's asking for his funeral.
He never tries to make fun of Russia like that.
Mother will kill him.
Love,
Your Own Matthew.