Dear Diana,
It's Sunday morning, and I'm writing at the table while breakfast cooks. We're having scrambled eggs'n'cheese, and buns with marshmallow creme (or, since it's as hard as a rock, marmalade). I'm really hungry now, and I need a new pencil tip, and it's time for breakfast, so I'll stop!
Kitty
Later:
Dear Diana,
It's night. Do you know why I wrote "night" instead of "evening"? It's so dark. Ha-ha, get it? We are driving home from Oceanside, and it's bumpy, and I'm tired. We'll probably go to bed at one (yes, we have done that). I'll stop now, bye!
Kitty
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