Your shot: miss. My shot: F2.
Hopefully you get a hit on me soon. Even if I lose I will say "good game", because that’s being a good sport. Even if I win I'm going to say "Good job". I'm not going to be like, "Ha ha, you lost!" I would not be like that to someone. Well, I used to be like that, but not any more.
I haven't seen the pictures yet, really. I didn't even know you sent pictures. I didn't know it, but it was Daddy's fault. He apologized to me, and I just said, "I forgive you, Daddy." Man, I wish it was easy to remember something new that was happening. Like a new year. When it turned 2007 on January 1st, I thought it was 2006 still. And when I was turning 7 I thought I was still 6! And when I was turning 6 I thought I was 5 still!
I don't usually speak very fast when I'm telling Daddy what to type for my email. But sometimes I speak fast and then I stop for a few moments. Then I start speaking fast again. Then a few moments waiting to think then start talking fast again, you know? That's the pattern. I have little baby Icing in my hands. She used to have icing on her so I named her Icing. She's the little brown horsey I got for my birthday. I've had a good day today and I let Gabriella borrow my horse on a stick without telling my daddy, so he gave me a warning or something like that. I have little puppy golden on my desk. I'm going to bring her for my next show and tell. For this show and tell I'm going to bring my horsey on a stick. Man I can't wait until I get something else back. And I can't wait until I finally get some time to play Viva Piñata. Because I've not played it for two days in a row, or probably three days in a row. My time is almost up. It's 8:34 pm. It's 34 minutes past my bedtime. I stayed at Gabriella's until 6:30 and I took a very long time with my homework and messed around. Darn, I'm done. Well, goodbye. Hope you get a shot soon on Battleship. Love ya.
Love,
Abigail
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