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I think one could possibly bear to read the honest autobiography only of one you felt absolutely nothing for. It would never work with anyone you gave one whit about to the good or the bad. Hope this postcard finds you well in the city! The cows here sure are pretty. Hey, that rhymed!

"I'm a poet, I know it. Hope I don't blow it."

mmm cider.

aren't you from florida? have they told you to evacuate or anything yet? didn't you also get hit by the last one?