Well b'y, how's it cutting? Owshegettinonb'y? Let me tell ya before ya get me all drove and salty. This trip is the best kind, lovely grand. It's the proper ting for all ya to get screeched in o'r here at now da once. Nar thing better than draw-latching along the coast of this rock some day on clothes. The rugged beauty would stun ya my luv. I dies at the way people talk around these parts. What a sin ya cant hear it. Oh shag it, I will see ya when I get back. duckie. Slue!
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