Dear, Mikes.
I hope you're doing well. You're the one who's telling me to write to you but you won't write back. Unless you're having to wait for mom to give you the address. I'll save you time; it's on the envelope too.
I got away with a crime of sorts, kind of because my friend and I were really fed up with the separation by cabins. He's confident, I'll tell you that; which makes up for my lack of confidence.
I went to a dance thing, there was only one girl who tried to talk to me and that new friend of mine saved me before she could ask me anything. We ended up finding out, after talking a lot, that he lives in New Jersey too. Bellville to make it better. I hope to hear from you soon, and I'll leave you with this little doodle of Frank.
Love, Gee