My shadow went on a trip to San Francisco. I dropped her off at the bus. One day later she sent me a postcard that said:

Dear Emily,

I hope you are having a good time at home. I am having a great time in San Francisco. I got lost and stayed in a house with lots of nice bugs like termites and roaches. I looked in the fridge and saw wet cat food. I ate it. It was so good! I'll send a postcard tomorrow.

                                                From,

                                                Ylime

     The next day she sent another postcard, and it said:

Dear Emily,

I went to the store and bought a pink and yellow dress and skirt. People like it so much that they looked at me all day. It was a great night! A termite got in my ear ,and I had to get it out with tweezers. I will send another postcard tomorrow, my last day.

                                                From,

                                                Ylime

     Today she sent her last postcard. It said:

Dear Emily,

Today I went to get shoes. The shoes were pink and yellow. I sang a song, but I only got one cent for it! I made a new friend. Her name is Winifred. She is not popular. She was wearing a bright pink shirt and hot pink pants. You have to pick her up. Winifred's bus is five hours after mine. She said she would like you to wait there for five hours. I will take the car, and you can walk home. It will take one night. Winifred is going to live with us!!

                                                 From,

                                                 Ylime

     I did not want to wait for five hours in a parking lot, but I had to. I went to the parking lot to wait. While I was waiting, I decided to move. When I picked up my shadow, she wore a very weird shirt and pants. They were yellow and pink. I saw the shoes, and they were so weird they made me feel sick. She said that she took my money for the clothes, and they cost $2,000,000,000,000,000,000. She said that her friend, Winifred, wanted to have a 7-story house. I said I was going to move away, and her friend, Winifred, could live there. She said OK. She left, and I moved. She told me that she and Winifred thought my house was a dump. I did not care.