My letter to you was just getting going. But while I was watching the butterfly, the word that was supposed to go next fell right past me and tumbled down down down down down down down down toward Davey Dobbs’s …
Hiya, kiddo. I was just writing you a letter. It started like this … You have the right to daydream. You have the right to change your mind. You have the right to try some of this thing and some …
