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Dear Kyle,
I’ve written this letter a couple times already and I couldn’t figure out how to start it.
I miss South Park, and I miss you all. I think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t need to move away.
Are you and the guys still friends? I want to know about everyone since I’ve been gone, but I won’t make you do that (unless you want to tell me).
It’s hot in Tennessee. The last few Christmases here haven’t seen snow. One winter I tried making a snowman and before I was done with the first snowball, I started pulling up dead grass. I went home muddy. I guess it’s better than the snowman coming to life to kill me, right?
I told you I restarted this letter a few times, and this is the other part where I kept screwing up. I think I tried to tell you too many stories at once and it just never sounded right. I didn’t feel like erasing the entire snowman bit or like wasting another piece of paper, so sorry.
There’s just too much stuff that’s happened in the last near-decade (wow) to tell you everything at once. Write back, please. I hope I get to see you guys again.
From,
Stan