Sophie Becks

Dearest you,

Oh Lolly. Is it golly. A trip down a lane I have most likely forgotten of.
My dearest, most envied character, the one where materialism et nobility gets poured into 19th century teacups et devoured méchamment.

I think it was atrociously delicious. Bit by bit as I personally went through things in my life, I guess to say the least, I fell of my saddle sadly so, but gladly, I became … are you ready for it?

I Rianna Kay S became humble.
Send me help will yah
Hence, when I get readers: folks sending me notes or asking questions, I pause, I re read my notes by my editors et frown. Because there’s now a bridge of growth between then et now.
I am most grateful for such maturity, but darling this kind has gotten to be merde.
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I would rather write on orphans. See the more wealth one acquires the more subjects to be studied.
If you are lucky, you’ll fall, humbled to the floor et realize that money and power et success et so on is quite equivalent to being locked at the top of Rapunzel’s tower.
Think about it, very little people in your life will cheer you on. And that list you had in high school that no one liked you, piles ever so high, like the princess et the pea in her pile of mattresses.
Pathetic but real.
Do. Know that 202o made me a children’s writer!

I cannot at the this moment relate to all of this Wall Street richesse et malheur. I cannot mentally dearest you. I hope one day I drive an Aston Martin with glee.
And I hope to be feeling high falutin again.

For now, I am as simple as a dimple.
Nothing moves moi