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01/11/14


Dear next reader, whoever that may be,


It's the day after Halloween, and quite frankly I couldn't be happier. First of all, cheap candy. Who doesn't love that? Second of all, going by store logic, it's basically Christmas right now. I like walking through the city and seeing all the Christmas decorations... Even if it is a little sudden. It goes from all these spooky bats and spiders, skeletons and ghosts, to waving Santas and elves and reindeer. Haha. It's surprising how fast the change occurs though, but I guess that's part of the magic to it, eh?


Anyway. I wonder if anyone will find this book, and this letter. It was a bit dusty when I first pulled it out. It's one of my favorite books, so I'm thrilled this library has it of course, but at the same time I'm a little sad that no one else seems to have read it. When will the next person pick it up? Maybe even November first of next year? Now that would be amusing, but still a little sad.


You, the person reading this - have you even been to Paris? I have not. I have lived in this city for four years now, though. I moved here from Minnesota. The change in climate was welcome, summers that were less hot more often and winters that were less cold more often as well. Minnesota was nice, don't get me wrong, and it was where I spent many years of my life, but it was one extreme or the other, it seemed. Not to mention I lived in a rather small town, so moving to a big city was a change.


It's been fun exploring New York so far! I will confess that the first places I visited were more "tourist trap" places, but they were interesting nonetheless. But since then, I've taken it upon myself to visit other places, the places the only locals seem to visit. Of course after four years I could be considered a local, but when I'm still discovering new things every day it doesn't seem so.


So, next reader. How long have you been here? How did you find this book, hidden among the others? What do you think of New York?


Please write back!


~L.C

 

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12/11/14


Dear the cool-cat who wrote that letter,






You there! Stop and drop (and perhaps even roll if you wish to) – because that letter was pretty-darn-fantastic to receive. A letter found in a book – What an odd concept it is! What a strange surprise is it! Tell me now, how much of a genius are you to invent such a mad way of communicating, my dear friend? Oh, it must be from that day-old Halloween candy (that dastardly blatant exploitation of consumers!),




my my my, what a sugar high you must be on!




I oughta have an amazing origin story to tell you, one that is wholly worthy of your notice…But to be honest, I don’t have much of a dragon-slaying-esque tale for this discovery. It was entirely by luck and chance and good fortune that I happened upon this fine specimen of a book here. It does have very pretty pictures, and it’s kind of funny too. I can see why you like it so much as to call it one of your favorites.




Anyways, to answer your curious-cat questions – your four years is still three more than the experience I have in living in this funny place. History states that I was born in Syracuse before being swept away into the deserts of Arizona. But memory states that the blistering summers (and backyard Jackrabbits!) of Oro Valley are all that I have known. Well, at least until two years ago.




Then some traveling happened, and the states of California, New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma all come in mind (Aw man, I missed out on Minnesota, didn’t I?) I lived in Missouri for a little while, pretending to be Huckleberry Finn for six splendidly grand months. When I got bored of that, I drove myself up here. This disco ball of a place called New York City. (I like it, man! It’s cool.)




So yep, I’ve traveled a bit, but never outside of this old country. If I had the money for a plane ticket out (or the means for some birdy wings on my back), I’d fly far, far away! And I suppose that Paris would be on the list of places I’d see on my worldly flight. This book does make me want to go just a little more. Hm. Maybe one day.




Aha, that’s enough about me, L.C. (What’s that? Lucky Cantaloupe?...Well Lucky Cantaloupe it is!)




I have to admit, I am embarrassingly late for my shit at work, and so I’ll have to end my response here! But do tell me, dear Cantaloupe friend, how have you been these last twelve days?




See ya later!




(And thank you for writing this letter, you mad, mad, man!)




From,





L.L-P.






Dandelion!