To Roy Mustang,
That is who is reading this, right? It was just today that father told me your name (after refusing to for about a month and only saying as much as 'he's an apprentice coming in the spring'), so I might be remembering wrong- although I'd like to think I'd remember a name as unique as your's. If I am, however, sorry in advance. However, if the person reading this is not Roy Mustang, then please, set the letter down. Really, you shouldn't be reading other people's mail- it's pretty rude. If you are Roy (is it OK if I call you that? I'm sure father will have us using formalities when you come here, so I'd like to try and be as casual as possible before then), then hello. I'm Riza Hawkeye, your teacher's daughter and only child. I'm only twelve (father tells me you're older by almost two years - an age gap small enough to be friendly but wide enough to be just the slightest bit intimidating to me) and am probably not the kind of friend you had in mind you make while you're
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