Dear Mom,
How have you been?
It is your dearsest son
Writing you from my dormitory.
Im writing you on this occasion
To inform you about the most wonderful
Baked good I have ever had.
My roommate mike has introduced me
To the little slice of heaven known as
Magic Brownies.
I have no clue what are inside these
Little pillows of deliciousness but they are
Nothing short of godly.
They make me feel like nothing can stand in my way,
But once I eat one I cant stop eating.
They make me feel like howling at the moon
And have me believing I can fly.
I need you to find out how to make these magic brownies.
So that you too can enjoy the feeling
With me.
I hope you are doing well.
Love, your son.
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