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Dear Bela
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm joining the Convent. I think I realized it when your dog humped my leg, at the mental hospital and I saw you Ignore my salt-beef bucket.
I'm sure you're sly enough to understand That I get turned on by garbage men.
I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep The results of that blood sample as a memory.
You should also know that I Hate your cooking and you ruined by attempts at another world war.
Greetings to your frog Leonard,
BlackDragonEX
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