Dear Ms Jean and Eddie,
The Typist says not to worry about commenting on every one of my postcards. That would be mad. She just thought it'd be fun to share my road trip with everyone IN REAL TIME. I bet you've always wondered if I'm farting halfway across the world while you're having lunch.
Of course, I think she's wrong about the commenting thing, but I am too tired to argue. It's time for me to go to bed. Good night! I love you! Georgia X
P.S. Eddie, there are no steps or elevators here. I think you would like it.
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