*a dear john letter. 2002-06-02 12:22 p.m.*

dear john,

yesterday when i went to campus my cat got out of my room, and since my arms were full and both of your doors were basically closed, i figured i could let her run around. so i went to campus, and came back and all was well, and so i let her stay out for awhile longer.

suddenly i heard a loud crashing sound from your side of the house. i checked nathan's room, but she wasn't there. then i looked in your room, and saw her run away from a chair that had been toppled over. "bad kitty," i thought, and moved to right the chair. and then i noticed. your whole chest of drawers was tilted, leaning on the bottom drawer. i tried to right it, but there were clothes and all sort of stuff somehow wedged underneath. so with one arm propping up the dresser, i pulled the clothes out, and tried to right it again. this still didn't work, so i tried to find other things that were wedged underneath and pulled those out. it still wouldn't stay up, though, seeing strangely front heavy. so i pulled it up, and now it's sort of propped on the bottom track from your closet door.

i'm sorry. let me know if anything is seriously damaged. she's not being let out anymore.

the girl

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