Dear Jimmy,
When Maya said she hated you, she didn't really mean it. She was just angry that she had to share her playground and her puzzles. Now, she really like you. And we both think your pots are cool. Please come party with us is the woods sometime. We have good connections. We can paint ourselves like Indians and dance around a campfire. Maya has some crayons that she stole. They come in handy. It was a Goosebumps puzzle, if you ever want to come do it you can. She's sorry for being a bitch.
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