Dear Martin,
You are a boy - but I forgive you. I'm just going to ignore that fact for now and state that you are beautiful nevertheless. Pale, skinny, underweight - just how I like 'em. I envy your tallness , which suggests you have a spaghetti-like body - like Jack Skellington.
You dress well and that is rare. Not just for boys, oh no... Why is it, that most of the people I see around seem to be subject to mysteriously appearing brain damage the very instant they start dressing up for town? Anyway, either your brain is fine or you just look good enough in anything, but you don't seem to have that problem.
Oh and then there's the thing about your name. The last three people, here by including you, share the cursed feature of having been given annoyingly pretty names. I envy you to the heights of heaven (as opposed to the depths of hell) - only for the fact that I believe it must be pretty boring up there. And it's quite easy for me to say that bearing a given name that gets mixed up with some weird children's book character's similar name and a surname that translates to: "In the forest"
I've so far said nothing about your personality. Well, it suits me, I like it - but who cares. As long as you are pretty you are welcome to join my coven.
Note to self: Assemble a coven!
Lastly.. I'd like to see you dead!^^ Even skinnier...
*bites*
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