Hey Sara,
I decided to write you this before I left to go out and get stuff, I guess its one way I could be with you while you're sick. Well instead of telling you constantly that "I miss you" in a desperate attempt to wear out that phrase, I guess I'll try to make you smile, so I decided to do this by writing the rest of the message in TXT talk (: haha (here's the code cracker: http://www.txtdrop.com/abbreviations.php ), WU VIP, FRT SOMY, AAR IDUNNO UR PROLLY CRBT BCOS IANAL 2DAY( I invented that one). YKWYCD GR&D, IRMC.
Ha ok well, that is taking way too long, when I originally thought of the idea I said to myself, G9, haha. I know Stephanie probably wouldn't need the translator for it, ROFL. Ok so story time...
Sal looked solemnly down at the three white envelopes clutched between his trembling fingers, feeling betrayed by the all too jovial mailman. There was only one letter that Sal wanted to feel crisp against the dry cracked skin of his fingers. Sure, the mailman didn't know that Sal had been waiting, and would continue doing so in agony. How long would he have to wait? How long would it take for just a word - just one small word could change everything for him, and he knew it all too well. He was banking on it with every fiber of his being, every day of his existance.
Sal descended deep back into the confines of his dark lair muttering to himself about the terrible service of mailmen these days and munching on what he deemed his only friend, a tuna sandwich. The walls of Sal's trailer were only noticable by the deem glow of light that filtered in through the two windows which decorated both ends of his paint chipped trailer. Upon closer inspection the once festive wall paper clinging to the shadowed walls detailed animal life in an open grassy field, a rabbit hunkered down for a bite of grass while a buck stood in an alert position as if staring back into any eyes that happen to give the wall paper some attention. Unfortunately this never happened.
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