What about you, Job? Is being alone a blessing or a curse? Oh, curses. That’s an interesting topic. Not witch curses. I’m not that crazy. Curses as in things that are a bane in your side. Right now, at this very moment, your mother is my curse. She has been poking her head into my room/your room and asking me how the letter writing is going. The last time she did it, I told her to go drool over her underwear models.
I have more questions, but I just realized how long this letter is and I don’t want you to die of boredom. I look forward to your next letter, and I ask that you please be safe. If for no other reason than it would be a crime for the female race not to get to have such a handsome man in the world to get a glimpse of. Yes, I really wrote that. I could scribble it out, but what
