I hope this letter finds you well. (That's how my grandfather says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.)

There's a new afterschool club for tanning coins. I think I might join it. I mean, I'm not really into that stuff, but Mackenzie Rasmussen is a member, and I figure maybe if I get there early I could sit next to her.

You'll never guess what my buddy Marky Larson showed me after school today. He had this magazine that he said his dad keeps hidden under a mattress, and he totally stole it. So, he opens the magazine and there's this big fold-out poster in the middle, and... The poster was this big list of instructions for arranging matchbook covers. I don't know why you'd hide a magazine like that, and I'm not sure why I was so disappointed. Go fig.

Another!