Dear Rudy,
I'm back at school now. Things are boring, as usual. I miss sneaking out with you to put garbage in Harold Greene's pillow. My sister is annoying, and my parents annoy me about doing well in school, just like last year. I guess they forgot what happened to me last year when I got good marks.
Anyway, my mom says camp was a great experience for me and she and my dad are going to send me back this year. I hope you come too, because I don't want to have to endure the clones without someone to help me drive them crazy.
Write back soon,
Mike
Dear Mike,
I'm back at school now too, along with good old Guidance. Now they're making me take part in some student organizations. One of them is correspondence. I'm stuck writing letters to kids from Argentina, but to shake things up a little I also wrote an anonymous letter to Harold Greene. It contained the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I debated writing a letter to Chip too, but by the time I finished elaborating in Harold's letter about how he could out-twit my great aunt Fanny's uppermost left molar, correspondence club was over and we all had to go home. What a shame.
Jeff's bugging me every day to tell him stories about Alcatraz Island, and he says he wants to come with me next year. We'll have to show him the ropes, obviously, or he'll never get past old Elias and the Warden's office.
Rudy