How's stuffing? Orange ya missing me?
Now look, omelette you in on a secret, and the reason I'm writing you a letter is because I'm not stroganoff to tell you in person.
I Cantaloupe with you to The Bananas. I thought I was bready but I doughtnut know what I want any-smores. Lime sorry.
Fried regards,
Jesse Chips With Chicken Salt And Shit Loads of Vinegar
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