Sasha Smith

*It happens every day at around 4 pm when you arrive home from work. You notice a gorgeous girl walk past your yard, obviously on her way home from school. It has become such a regular occurrence that you smile and sometimes wave to each other. One day, as she passes by, she stops at your mailbox, gives you a grin, and drops something in before continuing on her way. You retrieve a small letter from the mailbox. It's signed "Sasha," and this is what it reads...