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Dear Huckleberry Friend,

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So?
What do you think?
From now on I will call you with the nick, ok?

Finally, after all this time, I find out the meaning of the two words. According an online dictionary, they mean a friend that we've known since were kids, who have always been there by our side until we grow up, who loves us no matter what.

Doesn't that sound like you?

Yes, I think so. You always love me no matter what, right? No matter how silly and stupid I have been? Well, I'm sure you do; that's what I feel. If I know you don't love me, I have long ago broken our friendship.

Well, whatever, from now on I will call you with the nick. Huckleberry friend, my Huckleberry friend.

Besides, wasn't it you introducing Huckleberry Finn to me? You gave me the book on my 15th birthday.

By the way, in relation to this Huckleberry stuff, I have a deep buried secret that I will tell you about right now. The secret is...actually I only really read the book a year after you gave it to me. To be honest, you picked a book with so awful cover that I lost an interest to read it. I had again and again tried to start reading the book, but again and again I became discouraged after seeing the very awful cover and very small, crowded letters of English words in such thick book.

However, in the end, after finding no other book to read and having no money to buy the new ones, I began to open that book you had given me.

And you know what? Now Huckleberry Finn is nothing but the best book I've ever read! I'm sorry I never listened when you told me what a good book it was. You know, I tend to dislike things that others have earlier claimed as their favorites. A complicated psychology; I don't understand how I can develop such thing. I don't like having same likenesses with other people, especially if they are most people's favorite, that's why I rarely like hit singles. Even if I finally like the songs, that will be after people get bored of them. The point is, I like being different from anybody.

However, this time I will really tell you the truth: I indeed love Huckleberry Finn so badly, as much as you love it.

You're right. Mark Twain is one of the best writers of all times!

And I think the story of Huck and that niger Jim really does resemble the story of you and me. I don't know who Huck and who Jim are between us, but aren't we crossing our own Moon River now? Let's just think that the moon river in that Moon River song is indeed the Mississippi River. We are crossing it with a canoe that we're paddling together toward the land of our both dreams (which is of course not the New Orleans).

By the way, as I call you Huck, does that mean that I am Jim? Nah, I think we better become Huck for each other, what do you think?

So, Huck 1, let's end our talk here. I still have a lot of work to do. Always wish you good luck!

Yours,

Huck 2

Now I can never write a posting for this blog at office relaxedly again. I have to do it in other places or secretly, very secretly; only if I'm sure that the boss, who just came back from Harvard a month ago, is not around.

Indeed, he oddly has a hobby of silently looking at what we, his staff reporters, are writing of. While we were writing seriously, or relaxedly, facing the monitor of our computers, he would be standing behind us without making any voice, or maybe without even breathing! We'd only know that he was there if we turned around to get something or if we changed our position. What the hell is the man doing? Isn't that psycho?

Worse, as far as I know, before he left for Harvard, he also had had that hobby of insulting people with his ill remarks. He had seemed to enjoy the changes on his 'victims' faces after being forced to listen to all the things he said.

I'm not sure if he still keeps his great interest in the latter; what obvious is that he still enjoys the former heartily.

I've never met such 'one-of-a-kind' person in my life before. What a phenomenal man he is!

Everybody at office likes talking about what he has done or what he has said to some people, who are fed up but can hardly do anything to make him pay for what he had done.

He knows that gossiping of him, but enjoys it! He is obviously proud of being a 'phenomenon'. What a self-pride...

Really, I wonder how the psychology of a person like him is. How was his past? What had he endured that turned him into how he is now? But, I don't want to flatter him by asking him the questions. He doesn't deserve any flattering from me!

Anyway, I admit that he is not that type of person who can only talk but having no brain to think. Of his addresses to me, mostly delivered in ill way, some strangely appear to be useful advises that none of the other bosses has ever given me.

Well, as he's not going to leave for Harvard again at least in the near time, it looks like I have to develop my immune system so as to counter his next ill remarks, until I get completely immune or until he gets bored with those silly hobbies.

What I will certainly do in the mean time is writing posts for this blog only after I'm sure that he won't be standing behind me to read the drafts.