Pretty City
Dear G-Rob,
I decided the drunk girl in the small town bar was just too much, so I hit the big city. If you can you guess where I am, my captor promises to pay for shipping and handling when he returns me to you. I still miss you a lot, although the warm pocket you kept me in was kind of nasty.
Love,
SAK
Where's My Knife?
A lonely knife's travels through America
