Tink...mines deawest Tink,
I hab mizzed yews teribwy. Mines momi weel saey "Tinks Mom" possed...about yew. I wooked butt I coodn't fine yew. It weely maked me sad dat yew wasent hewr.
Me an mines momi watcded yews bideo...an I twied weely hawd to git to yew...mommi hadta howd me back. Hewr sez dat yew wib faw, faw awayz...fardur den I ken walkt...mabee ib I wun I cood fine yew. Tink, I iz gwad dat yew weel be hom bewry zoon wif yews momi. I dink hewr mizzez yew, butt hewr iz sew dangt happi dat yew iz feelwin beddur. Gib mommi a bigg soppi kizz frum me, Winson
__________________ As Ever, Kathy 
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