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// Letter 37 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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Dear Princess Porcelain Horselain,

Today I learned that the torture of exercise is less painful when endured with a friend. 

Staying motivated is infinitely easier when your butterbooty beauty is cheering you on every step of the way. I've learned that feeling like I want to die afterwards is not something to be ashamed of, but something to be proud of. 

My feeble form is being broken down and rebuilt in a continuous cycle of agony and euphoria. With each drop of blood and each gallon of sweat, I grow ever closer to achieving oneness with the Butterstuffs.

I’ll probably give up once I regain the feeling in my entire body, but right now I’m pretty pumped about not throwing up. 

Your grape jelly legs,
Big Twig