Dear Crimson,
I’m sorry I haven’t contacted with you for so long. Time sure flies when you have nothing to do and I’m not even joking. It would have seemed I should have time for everything now, that the factory is shut down. But for some unknown reason I don’t. It feels like my hours of the day shrunk into minutes and I have no idea where they all go.
I hope you’re feeling well. You and your husband-to-be. Give him my regards if you please. Do you plan your wedding yet, I wonder? I'm sure it will be wonderful. And how's Mischief doing? Did he already pass the phase of breaking all the vases and fragile things that stand on shelves?
As for me, the life is rolling somehow. I recently got a letter from my mother that says she doesn't want to see me ever again for destroying the valley, for factory and for... my brother. She lists all the wrongs I've done to her and she says I break everything I touch. I think she's right about that last thing. I screwed it all up.
There's only one Truffula left and it's dying. I have nothing left.
So I guess you can't go visit me because you'd probably instantly choke on all the fumes. At the moment I can't visit you either. I don't feel all that well, but don't worry, it's nothing major.
I also have some good news. I made a friend. He's name is Ender. He's really caring and nice. Can you imagine that he's over a head taller than me? It's just unbelievable! I always feel like a small dork when I'm with him.
So yeah, that's about it. I want to apologize once again for not getting in touch with you.
I hope I'll hear from you soon.
With love, Greed-ler.
