DEAR BISHOP
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DEAR BISHOP
I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO WRITE YOU FOR SOMETIME NOW; HOWEVER, I NEVER SAT DOWN LONG ENOUGH TO DO IT. WELL, ABOUT FOUR TO SIX MONTHS AGO I HAD E-MAILED YOU, AND YOU CALLED ME. WE TALKED ABOUT HOW MY SISTER WAS LIVING WITH ME AND DID NOT WANT TO HELP OUT WITH THE BILLS IN THE HOUSEHOLD. YOU TOLD ME THAT I DIDN'T NEED PEOPLE. I HEARD YOU, BUT I DID NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANT. YET, IT BECAME CLEAR FASTER THAN I COULD EVEN IMAGE. YOU SEE, THE FIRST MONTH SHONDA WAS SUPPOSED TO PAY ME RENT, SHE LOST HER JOB. I WAS COUNTING ON HER RENT TO PAY MY MORTGAGE UNTIL I COULD BE IT ON MY OWN. I WAS BACK AT SQUARE ONE. I HAD TOO MUCH PRIDE TO ASK OR TO ACCEPT HELP FROM ANY ONE...