A/N: Yay! Next chapter! I'm getting better with updating! Sorry I can't do anything with the letters being so short. Wish I could. But if I did it would be a lot of pointless rambling. Not sorry there's anything wrong with that, but it doesn't have anything to do with the story itself… even though this whole fic is nothing but pointless things with a somewhat plot…?
Disclaimer: I can't believe I'm being made saying this. Even though it's true, it's mean. I'll own it when I become the queen of the world, married to a pilot of a gundam named Deathscythe (but not Deathscythe, named Duo Maxwell and looks like Duo Maxwell, but isn't Duo Maxwell. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh yea… I don't own Gundam Wing.
Dear Trowa,
WHAT! I'VE BEEN SITTING IN THIS CAGE FOR A VERY LONG TIEM WITH NO INTENTION OF GETTING MY COOKIE! I WANT MY COOKIE! IT MAKES MEE SO MAD THAT I DON'T WHAT TO DO TO GET REVENGE… WAIT… WUFEI HATES DIRTY THINGS… THERE! I'LL DIRTY HIS HOUSE! HE DESERVES IT! Oh yea… hi Trowa.
Don't tell WUFEI what I just said,
Duo Maxwell
