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Dear Soldier,

This sounds stupid. I know that’s a terrible way to write a letter but, I’m terrible at writing letters, so there. I saw this thing tacked up at the hospital when I was there visiting my friend. ---- She’s a doctor, so, don’t worry about giving any of the cliche well wishes. But they have this bulletin board there, and usually it’s just local events, charity things, and then this one thing from the VA asking for letters. For the soldiers that don’t really have any family to send them things for the holidays. And, well, I also have no one to spend the holidays with so I figured, why not? Right? You’re out there, risking your life, serving our country, it’s the least I could do. But Apparently I’m not supposed to talk about your experience over there. I guess these are supposed to be some kind of distraction from the “hells of war”, or whatever it is they call it. 

So I guess I’m supposed to talk to you about life back home, as if that’ll somehow make it easier. I highly doubt it will. And, well, I don’t want to make you homesick during the holidays because believe me, I know how shitty that is. So I guess I should just introduce myself? That’s what people do, right? I don’t know. It’s weird to talk TO you when I don’t even know who YOU are. As far as I know, these get randomly distributed. You might not even be deployed. You could some bored intern working at the VA getting a kick out of some lonely orphan’s letter ---- sorry. Sorry, I know you’re actually probably deployed. And it sucks. And I’m supposed to be here to distract you. So, here I am.

My name is Caroline Forbes. I live in New York. I’m an aspiring journalist. I’m 24. I live alone. And that’s about it. My life. In one line. I promise I’m not this pathetic, really I’m actually a lot of fun, everyone says so. You’d probably even like me, if you met me. I’m sure there’s more to tell, I just don’t want to bore you. But we’ll make a deal, okay? If you’re out there, reading this letter and you for whatever reason feel the need to reply, ask me anything. I’ll answer. It’s the least I can do. And stay safe out there. I know you’re getting this because you might feel lonely, or like there’s no one here waiting back for you, but there is. A whole country full. Or several countries, I’m guessing. 

Oh, and I sent a couple of pairs of socks (Google says that’s what guys miss most), some books my friend says are good, sunblock, wipes (I’m not asking, please don’t give me details), snacks, and a deck of cards. Hope you like them. If not, feel free to hand them around. 

she  shoulda  fuckin’  known  better.   leavin’  may  run  in  her  blood,   a  byproduct  of  bein’  frank  and  monica’s  kid,   but  trust  the  universe  to  royally  screw  her  for  actually  doin’  it.   leaves  chicago  to  ‘ better  herself, ’   to  try  and  make  somethin’  of  her  life,    and  she  ends  up  sleepin’  on  a  frumpy  mattress  in  a  cramped  apartment  &  workin’  at  another  fuckin’  diner.    not  even  a  manager  this  time     ---  just  a  goddamn  waitress  making  minimum  fuckin’  wage.   you’re  really  provin’  ‘em  all  wrong,  aren’t  ya,  fi?

dragging  the  back  of  her  hand  across  her  glistening  forehead,   fiona  glances  towards  the  door.   the  lunch  rush  may  have  passed,   but  a  few  stragglers  always  manage  to  come  draggin’  in    ---  behind  ‘em,  one  of  her  regulars.    fiona  doesn’t  mind  his  appearance  quite  so  much;    he  tips  well,  and  so  far  hasn’t  tried  to  get  into  her  pants.  

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     IT’S  A  RATHER  DIFFICULT  SITUATION ,  embarrassing  would  be  a  good  way  to  describe  it  too .  most  of  the  times  she  will  pride  herself  in  her  independence ,  her  free-spirit  way  of  living  always  with  her  eyes  in  the  goods  ( gymnastics  turned  out  to  become  more  useful  than  a  simple  after-school  practice  as  a  young  teenager )  --  but  despite  her  street  alias  -  she  was  HUMAN ,  and  humans  make  mistakes  --  miserable  ones  sometimes .  “  hi  doll-face ,  i  can’t  explain  but  i  don’t  feel  so  g--  ood ,  nowhere  to  go  either  ”  she  feels  her  body  losing  strength ,  nearly  blacking-out .  she  presses  her  hand  against  his  door-frame  then  as  she  fights  to  keep  her  eyes  open .  “  i  think  i’m  --  ”