Raegan

[Francis Lehane]

Raegan,

Righto. I need supplies. And a lot of them. This has been the shittest summer ever and the only way to get over that is to get completely and utterly fucked.

I'll repeat; completely and utterly fucked.

How are you, anyway? Seems a bit rude me writing simply for supplies so I thought I'd be polite as well. Are you doing okay? Done anything note-worthy? Because I fucking haven't.

Francis.

[Raegan Rickett]

Hello Mr. Lehane!

Right. Supplies. I'm in business mode now. Alcohol, weed, etc.? I can offer you some of my own services if you'd like?

What's been wrong with your summer?

I'm gooooood! Party animal, aw yeah! My sister's trying to chain me to the house but... and it's been hella exciting trying to escape her grasp. Other than that though, not much! Not much at fucking all!

Lots of love,
hugs and kisses,
Raegan xoxo