I just got a letter from right now
In my last replay I asked her to show her ass in a webcam, the following is what she (he) replied to me (ofcourse, no internet cafe in her city):
Hello my dear ! I have all super! I am glad to read your new letter. You
bring me so much pleasure and joy, after meeting with you is very important for
me to receive and read your letters, to answer your letters. My dear your
letters are so beautiful, you say such beautiful things, your words are so
gentle and sweet. The fact that the town naschem no internet cafes. I'm sorry.
It would be nice to talk with you and see you. When I met you, I first thought
that we just friends, partners in the correspondence. But with each your new
letter , you are more and more motivate me, I was with you more and more
common themes, common interests. Now at 6:15 I was awakened by my cat Ryzhik.
I'm not telling you about it. I have my favorite companion. I love him very
much. This is the only creature that lives with me in my house. Sleepy I could
not tell who is there to lay on my waist. I remembered you. I presented as
if it is you lay your head. At this point, I felt very warm and pleasant. I do
not want to open my eyes. But still I had to. It is a pity that it was only a
cat. I often think about you. Sometimes I do not have enough male attention. And
you really think about me often, you dream? Throwing open the bedroom window I
was greeted by a yellow sun behind the dark-green pines, blue cloudy sky (which
means it simply), and the chirping of birds, including sparrows. Playing the
piano in radio in harmony with the music of the dawn, and between them I stood
at the window. I quietly whispered to the world "Good morning!" Maybe then
someone heard me. After the usual morning procedures (I am not going to run into
details), send to meet the labor day. At 17:30 I'm home, but the day is not
finished. I want to paint the wall in the kitchen, so I think, to add a beige or
yellow paint. Could of course terracotta, it is now fashionable, but I do not
like dense tone. a small kitchen look pastel colors. I am writing this letter
... You know, I think you will never read. You will not hear. not understand. It
is very difficult, almost impossible to tell you all that I would like you to
make. ...., you're out there ... perhaps we have passed each other. Or are
already familiar. Or our meeting - only in the future or we will not ever meet.
I am going to sleep. hug pillow. The room fills the night and before bed I climb
into my head every thought ... words ... emotions, which I live ... Dot ...
unspoken words ... understatement ... not expressed thoughts ... Listen, and you
have this not happen? You go to bed, alone, and that it excites you ... does not
immediately fall asleep? What do you think in these moments? What you draw me in
my dreams? His hope? Why do you seek?? Loneliness ... it?? Illness?? Conscious
need?? Unfulfilled dreams?? Who am I?? Who are you?? Who we are? Why?? The
thoughts that filled my head exploded outwards. I am writing is not all. It is
difficult to express in words all that I wanted to tell you. Simply - no
success. Thoughts jump from one place to another ... trying to achieve
boundless. We're live - everyone - with their lives. Will we have our life - do
not even know ... Now I shut down the computer and go ... and forget everything
that I have not had time to tell you. Maybe - we'll meet again ... be ... all -
may be ... Sincerely yours Katya

Simply full of shit!!!