Dear Jean,
Thank you for the valuable information about organ trafficking. I will protect my eyes. You know I have spent a lifetime witnessing their power, and soI truly believe you’ve circumvented an early blinding. Thank you, again.
I have been thinking. We’ve been friends since the springtime. As this spectacular hot boy summer comes to a close, I’ve been wondering about what you and I might do together in honor of its culmination.
Would you like to do something like that?
Maybe pedal a little in one of those light-up swans in Echo Park? Not a lot, we don’t want to perspire. Or we could go to the beach? I know you hate the sand–and, honestly, I do, too–but we both like to look at the ocean. Maybe we should book a hotel with a suite overlooking the waves?
Am I being too forward?
Is this a lot?
I can’t tell if I’m making a fool of myself or not.
So, I’m sending this out to you.
Yours,
Nigel
Nigel, The Hotel Irwin has a lovely corner room. Top floor. Great little balcony with a view of city and the beach.
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