Dear God,
Brownshoe lane
changed, and me into
dectectives working hardly walking down into New Yourk city domicile.
So I
write to You
about the ternal changes
we always witness not rephlecting. Browns days, smell salt life, dig World.
Aqua
solution,
pray You, I ekspected
never Process, alone, He dries work in his municipal suit. dog greg lay green.
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