From A Letter That Never Got Sent

A reading from the letters of Jet to whoever got that letter.

And you will live to your oldest years, with the man of your dreams,

in state of bliss.

And you'll be be happy, not always but often.

Every day will be a miracle past this day and you should be thankful for it.

I, on the other hand will be gone from the picture, never to intrude in your path.

No trace of me shall remain, only fragments of memory -

and that one lingering question in your mind

whose answer you will forever be in wonder about:

"If his shoe size is really size 13, then ..."

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(And they're still asking why Ronald McDonald is always smiling. clue: those pants arent padded and those arent clown shoes.)