From: missliiy@aol.com (Miss LiIy)
Date: 23 May 1998 14:56:12 EDT
Dear Ms. Lesprit:
I'm afraid your records aren't clean enough for us to help you set up....
Dear madmoiselle Lily:
Please understand when we reject your generous offers...
Dear Miss Lily Lesprit:
We regret to inform you our Chairman refuses to deal with the likes of....
"Gah!" the fairy shoved away the fourth letter, absolutely disgusted. She glanced to the fifth letter cautiously. Her dainty hand reached for it and her eyes skimmed it.
Dear Miz LesprE:
We hav luked ovR your offR. We R quite impreSd. We hav decIdd to let you hav the best uf us. U will recEve some surpizez zoon enough.
Lily stopped and then looked to the bottom Signature, it read:
With lovin' Woohaaz and Giyyips!
MistR Magoy.
A delicate brow lifted on her fine features. Was Evan playing a trick on her? or was she really going to be successful? She shrugged and slipped back under her covers to finish her Saturday sleep.
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From: missliiy@aol.com (Miss LiIy)
Date: 27 May 1998 13:29:38 EDT
Her fingers fumbled as she tried to open the front door of 203 S. Gardenia Lane. "Dammit..." she muttered along with some other words. Finally the lock clicked and the door swung open.
Lily hurriedly slipped into the welcoming hall. She slammed the door shut , pressing her body against it. A trickle was felt running down her cheek. It was obviously a tear. Soon more and more fell, streamed down her face and kaplinked on the floor. The fairy couldn't stand crying so she leapt upstairs to find a hanky and stop her stupid bawling.
She yanked an old wool hanky from a nearby hat box in her bedroom and wiped her eyes. They wouldn't stop "watering"! Suddenly she drifted into a sleep.
Date: 27 May 1998 13:29:38 EDT
Her fingers fumbled as she tried to open the front door of 203 S. Gardenia Lane. "Dammit..." she muttered along with some other words. Finally the lock clicked and the door swung open.
Lily hurriedly slipped into the welcoming hall. She slammed the door shut , pressing her body against it. A trickle was felt running down her cheek. It was obviously a tear. Soon more and more fell, streamed down her face and kaplinked on the floor. The fairy couldn't stand crying so she leapt upstairs to find a hanky and stop her stupid bawling.
She yanked an old wool hanky from a nearby hat box in her bedroom and wiped her eyes. They wouldn't stop "watering"! Suddenly she drifted into a sleep.