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Dear Maternal Unit,

I’m clicking my ruby slippers.

Europe is like, way cool and all that, but ‘there’s no place like home,’ right? Plus, I’m about out of money, but I guess you guessed that already.

Now Momzoid, when I say I’m coming home, I don’t mean home. Well, for a little bit, maybe, but then I’m going to move out. About time, huh-duh? The thing of it is, I think I need to create a you know. (Sans coach, that is.) I’m not even sure yet what that really means, but it has to mean something. I might even go overseas (again) to do some humanatarian work. You know, like aid stuff. You remember my friend Ben? I might go with him and another friend, Chon, to do some useful type stuff in Indoneesia. Dig wells or something like that. CanU picture that? Your useless little girl with a shovel in her hands?

Luv u,

O