Dear Bee, 
Skeletor came over again this afternoon. She´s over here almost every hour that Paul is home. It´s pretty sad that my only joy in life is tormenting that dumb girl. Today I put on a pair of boxers and a cut-off tank top and knocked on Paul´d door and asked to borrow a nail clipper. It´s clear that Paul completely hates me, though he never says anything, so it´s hard to know. The idea that I would be attractive to Paul and a threat to his and Skeletor´s happiness is preposterous. But she doesn´t know that. All love from your evil friend who has a tiny patch of heart left to miss her friends desperately, 
                                                               Carmen