Please hurry home, we miss you.
The airbed is our raft floating in a sea of wooden floors in an vast and empty room.
I packed an emergency supply of utensils, but I'm missing spoons. Not so good for eating oatmeal and yogurt. Suffice to say, there's a lot of dribbling.
I miss sitting on a chair. I can't figure how those opium den folks always reclined - I'd much rather sit up!
Anyway, get off the ship and come home.
Love, Mom and Dad
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