Dear Wigleaf, I realize that we only know each other online, but I already feel like we share something special. That's why I'm sending you this picture of the house where I grew up. I want you to see where I came from. You'll notice the manicured lawn, the tastefully arranged shrubbery, but you'll have to imagine for yourself the face of a young boy looking out at you from the upstairs window, because I was always looking out that window, always wishing I could be somewhere else. I guess in the end this could be a picture of anyone's house, but I'm sending it to you anyway. Maybe there's room on your refrigerator. And I'm sorry it's so blurry. The people who live there now were chasing me away. More soon, Richard - - -
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