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teeny witween piece torn in one place from my hands in second
place of a linenhall valentino with my fondest and much left to
tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily bulledicted for young Fr Ml,
my pettest parriage priest, and you know who between us by
your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, that's the
beauty of it, look, scene it, ratty. Too perfectly priceless for
words. And, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy and
bear it with you morn till life's e'en and, of course, when never
you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways again
or again, never forget, of one absendee not sester Maggy. Ahim.
That's the stupidest little cough. Only be sure you don't catch your
cold and pass it on to us. And, since levret bounds and larks is
soaring, don't be all the night. And this, Joke, a sprig of blue
speedwell just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique.
Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it, presents that
please, mercy, on the face of the waters like that film obote,
awfly charmig of course, but it doesn't do her justice, apart from
her cattiness, in the magginbottle. Of course, please too write,
won't you, and leave your little bag of doubts, inquisitive, be-
hind you unto your utterly thine, and, thank you, forward it
back by return pigeon's pneu to the loving in case I couldn't
think who it was or any funforall happens I'll be so curiose to
see in the Homesworth breakfast tablotts as I'll know etherways
by pity bleu if it's good for my system, what exquisite buttons,
gorgiose, in case I don't hope to soon hear from you. And thanks
ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. I will
tie a knot in my stringamejip to letter you with my silky paper,
as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in
money one day so don't trouble to ans unless sentby special as
I am getting his pay and wants for nothing so I can live simply
and solely for my wonderful kinkless and its loops of loveliness.
When I throw away my rollets there's rings for all. Flee a girl,
says it is her colour. So does B and L and as for V! And listen
to it! Cheveluir! So distant you're always. Bow your boche!
Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis
oval owes and artless awes and it will follow you pulpicly