Noregur,
you should be glad I even greeted you in your language. I'm never going to
call you with that word. Never. Only in your dreams. Or no, not even then.
Also, call me "lillebror" again and I won't write a single letter to you ever
again.
Good. And thanks, I guess. But next time I /will/ win you.
Okay, whatever.
-Eiríkur
P.S. No.
P.P.S. Can you murder Danmörk for me? I guess you already know what he has
done this time.
Kjære Island.
You won't stop sending me letters. I know you enjoy it.
I lost toward Danmark yesterday. He was really pleased with himself. Annoying idiot.
Lukas.
P.S: Yes.
P.P.S: I will keep him away from you, lillebror (and delete all the pictures we know I probably took of you), if you call me "storebror" in your next letter.
