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Dear Griffin

I want to smoke now, deep drowsy Marlboros. I'm itching, seriously. You've been away two weeks now and I know you don't read letters. You just leave them on the damn hall table, glance at the adress- and I bet you'll look at my name and my adress and put it back down aswell- and tuck them right back in between all your other dull mail. I'll ask you when you get back you know. Here, I'll put something daft in to ask you about: I got a new monkey, and I named him Yellowstone, and he ate every packet of cigarettes and the two antique rolls of pennies my grandpa left me. Let's see if you read my letter now. Anyway, back to my cigarettes, I'm dying without them. But, you see, I'm doing this for you. I'm checking myself, and I've even put on these idiot nicotine patches. My teeth aren't any whiter, like you said they'd get. You're a real liar, Griff. I feel like I'm rocking back & forth on the sea, in some queasy little ship, all rusted nails and things, and I'm a starving sailor, and down there in that big blue-grey, I can see this wonderfully fat salmon, but my wife took my stupid rod. You're the wife taking away my nicotine, Griff.

You're out in that awful Manhattan. I suppose it must be picturesque sometimes though, all that bustling and sudden gaps inbetween. New York is very interesting to me. I like it here more, though. Maybe I can go over with you sometime, in the future. I'm reading this awful book, so juvenile: "The Catcher in the Rye" It's awful, but in a very good way. I think I read it when I was younger. I mean, you seriously wouldn't believe the amount of times he's said "horsing around" already. I'm only on the forth chapter. The way he speaks is pretty catchy though, guess. Maybe you can see a resemblance? Hardly. All this sunuvabitch and goddammit ing- so immature. Well, maybe for me. God, you know how I hate talking like that. I'm wasting too much time and my pen's blanking on me partly.

I miss you, very sincerely, since it wasn't sincere enough when I was crying you off. Just one smoke when you drag yourself home or else. Read this letter and tell me all about my monkey called Yellowstone when you get back.

lots of love, xo,

V.