Milly Bloom Milly Bloom. I’ve read her email a couple of times. She met some kid. Ok, she knows how to take care of herself, but what if she doesn’t? Nothing has happened. Sheesh she’s a wild child. It’s her destiny, it would seem. She is vain. Very. Doing ok in that photography job, makes $1080. Not bad. Could be worse. Had that fight with her about the bracelet. Wouldn’t eat, speak, look at me. Smart ass little shit. Milly Bloom Milly Bloom. Remember that time we rode the duck. Rough day, was a wild ride, but she wasn’t scared at all. Her hair and that blue scarf flying in the wind. Oh Milly Bloom you are my darling.