Ain't a Little Girl

The Words:

stamp, mug, buick, white, devil, chicago, cold, girl, night, black, crossroads

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Papa,

Buick or no, I am going. I'm sick of having no crossroads to pick from. I ain't a little girl anymore. I'm tired of this cold farm where the damn horses can't take a dump at night because they're scared the devil's gonna take them. I don't need no one to show me my way to Chicago. I'll make it fine. Then again, maybe it might not be Chicago. You can check the stamp on the next letter to guess where it's coming from. I left something for you at the bottom of Momma's black and white checkered mug. Keep it for me.

I'll come back one day.

Janine

PS: Tell Wald he can eat dung.