"Dear Molly,
I hope this college thing gets over with soon so you can come back and see us.
Not much has changed in the two weeks you've been gone. Stan is still dating Wendy. Wendy is still a bitch. Kyle and Cartman are still at each other's throats. I'm still poor as shit.
I know two weeks doesn't seem like long, but we all miss you. I think Cartman does, too, even though he still just shrugs it off when we mention you. I hope you miss us too.
I was sitting in my fucked up room today and started thinking about the first time you came over. I made you pack a dinner and you had no idea why. Your parents dropped you off and you could literally see the concern on their faces like they were saying, 'What the fuck, they probably have rats we can't let her spend the night here.' It's funny because you were never allowed to stay long. Funny looking back now that we were little ten year olds who didn't judge what each other's houses looked like… except Cartman. But he's an ass.
Remember when we wanted to play connect four but I only had about four little discs so we just took turns winning? Those little things were what made me love you so much.
Hope you're not eating bread sandwiches at college.
Love, Kenny."