My Dear DeerMy dear deer,Writhing, I am writing this letter to you, my young youth, using letters, not numbers, numb as my thumb already is. On paper, not leather.Whether the weather is nice (as nice as my little niece) or rain does reign, I must tell you a tale. Not about a tail.About a fairy who felt like she had failed and about the felt hat she had.About a rogue taking rouge when he couldn't steal steel. About a horde praising their prized hoard for a price, about their trial when they tried to hold the hold they held.About an angel drawing angles because it was too painful to paint. About a hairless hare and a horny horned whore who wore w
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