Okay, I know!
I shouldn't want a letter, because he's very busy.
He's got places to go,
people to see.
Blah, blah, blah!
Please tell me some other excuse,
because this one's getting old.
Letters help me get along,
help me stay sane.
They chase away the nightmares.
I haven't had a letter since the end of June.
It was my birthday card.
I'm starved for some information about Jeff.
Just the slightest news!
ANYTHING!!
Come on, Elder Gibson. . .
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