Dearest Billy Bob,
 
 I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't
live where we did when you left home. Your Dad read in the newspaper that
most accidents happen within 20 miles of you home, so we moved. I won't be
able to send you the address because the last Arkansas family that lived
here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change
their address. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm
not sure it works so well, though. Last week I put a load of clothes in
and pulled the chain. We haven't seen them since.
 
The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first
time for three days and the second time for four days. About that coat you
wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in
the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the
pockets.
Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried
because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.
 
 Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it
is yet, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. The baby looks just like
your brother. Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whisky vat last week. Some men
tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated.
He burned for three days.
 
Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was
driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two
friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.
There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has
happened.
 
Your Favorite Aunt,
 
Mom

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