Look, I’ve decided to only write you like maybe around once a week or so. Not because I don’t still love you so very much, or not because I don’t still think about you all the time. It’s just that I never have anything to say. My life is pretty boring.
Anyway, I looked at another car, but I couldn’t get it. I sent my defective bike back. I’m reading John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. It’s a very important book, and I hope you get to read it too. Your mommy always used to read a lot!
Well, that’s about all I have for now.
Love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!