"Dear Kenny,
No, not eating bread sandwiches yet… but I've gotten pretty creative with my ramen recently.
I loved going to your house. Your house was actually one of my preferred places to be. I mean, Cartman had the chill mom, Stan had the awesome toys, Kyle had the nice big house, but you had… the spirit? I don't know how to describe it without sounding gay.
Also, that was spot on! That's exactly what my parents said when they dropped me off. Well, maybe not in those exact words. But they did not trust you. When they picked me up that night, they asked if I really wanted to go again or not. I said, "Everyday forever!" in my little high pitched ten year old voice.
The only time I didn't want to be there was when we were twelve and your dad came back late from work drunk. I remember we had hid in your closet and listened to the crashes and screams from your mom in your living room. It was awful, but I'm glad he didn't find us.
On a lighter note, my roommate is amazing. She's just like me only prettier. I'm pretty sure if you saw her, you'd probably bang her. Kind of like you did with my best friend in seventh fucking grade.
I miss you too. Tell the guys I'm doing well and can't wait to see you all for Christmas.
Love, Molly."
