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// Letter 126 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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Dear Princess Bunsen Booty,

My purple has reached a shade never before seen in this dimension. I woke Anon up at 2 in the goddamn morning to make him write for me because I’m beyond lazy and I hate seeing others be comfortable. The reason you are receiving this at a reasonable hour is because Anon cares more about your rest than I care about his. 

The big hoopla: Why is there a concept of a bottomless pit? If there’s no bottom, it’s not a pit. Otherwise, we could say a donut has a bottomless pit in the middle and it would technically be true. It makes more sense for there to be a topless pit, where a bottom exists and the sides stretch up forever. Whether the “top” is open or covered doesn’t matter, an infinitely long hollow cavity still qualifies as a pit. 

Obviously this is impossible without an unsustainable amount of spatial looping, but regardless, I had to let you know as soon as possible. I apparently think this will change something major about how we approach magic theory, but it’s 2 in the goddamn morning and Anon is not in the mood to write anymore about mystical bullshit he’s too smart and handsome to understand. 

Your perpetual night owl,
Plumpernickel