How's Lily's ankle?
She feels much better and she's pulling. We're just walking to the mailbox.
I know that mailbox I go there when I'm mailing letters to my dad. In prison. He was in Ohio and was coming to see us when he ran outta gas and stole a jeep with a loaded gun. Now he's in prison in New York.
So you write him letters. Do you make drawings in them?
Yeah.
I bet he loves receiving them. Can you imagine being in a small room day and night and then getting a letter! It must be like a ray of sunshine.
We haven't seen him in three years.
I'm so sorry. He's missing out on you guys. I am the lucky one, I get to see you every day.
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