Snail mail...

So I am infatuated with something and that something is getting mail, I don't care if it is only my union updates or a flyer from the Christian Book Store (actually I love those cause they usually come with coupons) but when I get a letter, I am full of glee. Therefore I would like to write you a letter, message me your address either in a comment on here or via my email amymightbe@hotmail.com
or my facebook account and I promise, you will receive.
Much love and the written word- Amy

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  1. S ChristieSeptember 18, 2011 at 1:21 PM

    Sarah Buchanan
    P.O. Box 407
    Bishop's University
    2600 College St., Sherbrooke, Québec, Canada
    J1M 1Z7

    :)

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