That is my address, by the way. 1717 Westmoreland Drive, West New England, Eraea 179305033-221165. I did take a peek in the histor-e-book, and found your Pa listed as a prope' founde' of my home planet. Nothin' specific about you and yours otherwise though, just a passive remark 'bout leaving family behind on the old home.
Also, what are you trying to say 'bout boarding school anyhow? That there's no chance you'll fall in love with a girl? I promise, they're not so bad, girls. I mean, a bit too cagey sometimes for my pleasure since few girls my age understand what it means to have this thin' in your pants that has absolutely no courtesy for what you are doing and what amount of time you have or that you're in class and the headmaster is looming over your shoulder with a massive yardstick. But still, you don't 'pect me to think that you're actually convinced the boarding school is learnin' all the time, d'ya? I wasn't born yesterday, I know how boarding school works. Y'get time to yourself for a bit at a time.
Novels have the bit 'bout dormitories all wrong, for the record. Few folks piss where they sleep, if y'know what I mean. Why would you harass som'un who you live with? It's a fool thing to do really, somethin' that'll get you kicke' out o' most schools. So if you're left wit' just meeting new people, it's not such a bad thing. Worse than just stayin' put, but not so bad. Y'may yet meet someone more interestin' than me.
Your friend in time,
Keirn Whiting
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