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Dear you, it's 9:01 PM on Saturday, April 18th, 2009 Hi, how are you? I hope you are well. You were just pondering - entertaining the thought - of admitting yourself into a mental institution. O.K., that's all well and good and obviously out of the question considering twenty minutes later we're writing this - but I hope our mother hasn't influenced you too much. Have you done something with your life? As of right now the only foreseeable income is that from our father. Measly little drawings can't get us a home, now can it? Currently you've been thinking a lot about your art. Are you still doing it? Last time we talked you were pretty down in the dumps; and Lord knows you do nothing but turn into a hermit when you're there. There I go again with our mother's influence, forgive me, I beg you, just forget. The future holds mighty things for us. Right now I can't help but wonder if they'll be at all positive. Not even the tender age of twenty and I'm thinking about homes and careers. I hope you've run away and now live in France or Romania. Scotland would be ideal. Go there. If you haven't already; go. I hope you and Caleb are close again. I hope you and Nathan are still getting along. You better have shown some of your art. If not, I'll be mad. You better have gotten glasses so you could read again. It was ******* us that you weren't. I really hope you haven't married Shane. Not that he's bad or anything; he's your best friend. Kissing him once was bad enough - why put us through a whole life time of it. I say lifetime because we don't believe in divorce, if you've bothered with all the fuss of actually getting married (and have not taken my advice and shoot for the common law marriage - we hate rings, remember?) then you're sticking to it. God****. I wonder if you actually went to baking school. That would be a first - following through with goals you've set. Cake Decorating is awesome stuff, dear friend, so if you haven't been doing it lately, get at 'er! Remember, you're amazing and beautiful. I love you. Don't go messing up our life - get a god**** job! You better be known for your artistic abilities and not your capabilities of creating flash mobs. We thought of being a model for a bit. Try it again - if you're still tall and thin. Be Well - I'll make sure you'll be when I arrive. Oh yeah, happy thirty-fifth birthday.