Hi again readers.

As I said in my last little intro bit up here, I update erratically...

So yeah, sorry for the delay.

Enjoy!


2011

November 30, 2011

In which a certain American is worried, and a Brit is hinted at to be stewing in jealously.

Dear Arthur,

Now I'm really worried. You haven't shown up at all for any of the events I've invited you to for the past week, and I sent that invitation to you for Thanksgiving as well! Please, Arthur, please reply to this letter...

On another note, you're probably still mad at me for doing all that, huh. Maybe that's why you're ignoring me. I'm sorry, Arthur, if I did anything to make you mad. That girl you saw in the White House? My president's new secretary. She was trying to get my attention since all I was doing was staring at you. She said something about "seeing a therapist" if it gets too hard to concentrate, but that's stupid. I mean, I'm sorry if you thought that she was connected to me in some weird way, but I only have time for you. You're always my number one priority, Artie B-)

I can imagine your cute face flushing red and heating up like a lightbulb. TAKE A PICTURE, ARTIE. PLEASEEE

Mattie visited yesterday and said something about seeing a therapist as well about this problem I have. I don't know why he said it. I mean, I have nothing wrong with me, so why's he saying that? I know it's silly, but I'm worried, Artie. Both about you and about myself, although I'm more worried about you.

Oh, did I tell you that I got a new grill the other day? It's nice and new, and when you come over, I'll show it to you.

See you soon,

Your Alfred F. Jones (ALWAYS AND FOREVER, ARTIE 3)


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