Dear Charlie,
I'm seeing an end to these letters. I hear your time is almost up and I hear you'll be returning to Toronto. Can't wait to see what happens then!
So, I had this crazy dream last night. I was taking Perry for a walk and we came across this, like, army of cats who started sniffing me and Perry. The cats all of a sudden started multiplying and multiplying until this whole field was filled with them. It started to become very scary at that point. I mean, I don't hate cats, but if you had to walk through them like they were the ball pit at FunZone you'd be a little freaked out too. Anyways I woke up right after that and Perry was just looking at me. What a wierd dream. And could you imagine the smell of all those cats? I don't even want to think about it.
So how's life for you, Charlie? I've been goingon in these letters so selfishly and now even considering how things are for you. Maybe that's why you never write me back. Now, now I'm on to you.
Gord Cummings
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