Dear Mary，
　　
　　 Please find enclosed my entire noblet collection,as a sign that I forgive you.When I received your book,the emotions inside my brain felt like they were in a tumble dryer,smashing into each other.The hurt felt like when I accidentally stapled my lips together.The reason I forgive you is because you are not perfect.You are imperfect,and so am I.All humans are imperfect,even the man outside my apartment who litters.When I was young,I wanted to be anybody but myself.Dr Bernard said if I was on a desert island,then I would have to get used to my own company.Just me and the coconuts.He said I would have to accept myself,my warts and all.And that we dont get to choose our warts.They are a part of us and we have to live with them.We can,however,choose our friends.And I am glad I have chosen you.Dr Bernard Hazelhof also said that everyone's lives are like a very long sidewalk,some are well paved,others,like mine,have cracks,banana skins and cigarette butts.Your sidewalk is like mine,but probably not as many cracks.Hopefully,one day our sidewalks will meet.And we can share a can of condensed milk.YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND,YOU ARE MY ONLY FRIEND.
　　
　　
　　
　　 Your American pen pal,
　　
　　 Max Jerry Horowitz