Dear empty book,
I finally got my birthday present from Oregon. It's about a month late, but I suppose that I can forgive my favorite sibling.
It was quite obviously a book. I was expecting something really cool, since it was, after all, coming from big brother.
I was sorely mistaken.
When I removed the wrapping paper, I found a rather large leatherbound book. At first, I thought that it might be a plain version of that Necronomicon that I've been begging for. I was horribly, horribly wrong. When I opened it, It was revealed to be blank.
My brother had gotten me a diary for my 122nd birthday.
I put on my happy face and tried not to look dissapointed, and it seemed to work on my beloved bonehead. The second he left, I began plotting your distruction.
But I can't destroy you. I don't want to hurt Org's feelings. I'll just keep you around where he'll be able to see you.
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