Dear Vrissy and Harry,
Yiffy left. I think she wants to help the rebel forces, somehow. Which is pretty stupid.
But I am also pretty stupid, because I want to help her. I hope if I really try, I can keep her from dying, at least. I’m kind of sick of sitting around doing nothing.
I thought it’d be best, doing this alone, since Yiffy sort of knows me. And you yelled at her a lot. And don’t seem to like her in general. Also this will require a lot of drastic gymnastics, which is not either of your strong suits. No offense.
Hope you understand,
Tavvy.
(P.S. I left you guys some trail mix. Don’t pick the raisins out; they’re healthy.)
