My friend Jenny sometimes takes photographs of me when we visit. Dad says her photos look a lot better than the ones he takes. But whaddaya want, kid, I'm just a dumb jock, he explained, or something like that. Jenny's as close to Papparazzi as I have. I'll be seeing Jenny later today, when Mom and Dad leave me at her house so they can eat sandwiches at a fancy schmanzy deli downtown and then go to Powell's to use the gift card Uncle Buck gave them for Christmas. I think I might get some new books out of the deal. Dad said something about Henry James, but I'm thinking more along the lines of Dr. Seuss.
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Henry can we hang out soon? Luv, Violet XXOO
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