Dear Anonymous:
How's everything? I'm married. I'm going to have a baby. I guess he'll come right for Christmas. This is a hard letter to write. I'm going nuts because we don't have enough to pay our debts and get out of here. Seth is promised a big job in Kentucky in his very specialized corner of the NEET field, that's all I know about it but it's really grand. Pardon me for witholding our home address but you may still be mad at me, and Seth must not know. This town is something. You can't see the morons for the smog. Please do send us a check, Anon. We could manage with three or four hundred dollars a month to my patreon, or even less, anything is welcome, you might sell my old rares, because once we get there the dough will just start rolling in. Write, please. I have gone through much sadness and hardship.
Yours expecting,
	Bonbi (Mrs. Madelyn Waters)