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// Letter 63 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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Dear Princess Celcium,

Today I learned that your friends won’t always be open with you when something is wrong. A little prodding is sometimes necessary, even if they get upsetti spaghetti at first.

Crayon Sprayon had one of her birdhorse competitions coming up, but she reacted weird whenever anyone mentioned it. Normally she would brag to anyone within earshot about how she could win with her wings blindfolded, but this time she was almost acting like she didn’t want to enter. 

Everyone kept asking if she was k, and of course she lied each time. Snapplecrack eventually got tired of it and told her to just not enter the race if all she was going to do was complain about it. This led to a shouting match where the Crayola Condor finally admitted she was afraid of failing. Not the race, she was a shoe-in for that. She was afraid of not getting sponsored even if she won. Apparently a couple bigwigs were going to be there looking to slap their brand onto some horseflies, and RGB Speedwagon was worried because she didn’t have a “marketable personality,” which is bullshit because half of celebrity athletes are assholes by default.

After talking some more, she realized how stupid it was to stress about it. If the moneybags didn’t like her, she wouldn’t want to work with them anyway, so it was no big loss on her part. Plus, another win under her metaphorical belt would draw the attention of better potential sponsors. 

All in all, talking good, repressing bad, blah blah blah.

Your friend in read,
Lite-Brite