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March 13, 2012
Mice,

I —

Ah, no. If we go at it … oy.

God, let ego ebb! Fed? Yep? Now, can you cut air, umm, max far? Pew!

Okay, true: pies, tart, cake, iced teas, pork stew dish with okra, make good grub. Fine. 

Sadly, mousy-poopy gases, blown aloft, plume wetly. Nasal alert!

Affect citrus. Aerify beauty. Repast simply. Advice: Repent gluten!

Airwise, sharing private bedroom “sickbed belches” (gossipy, apology) hobbles support aplenty, meshuga.

“Digested activity” climates nextdoor firebomb arboreal areaways, methinks. (Backside-backwash elicited feedback.)

Stenchful territory saboteurs, shoveling precursor coleslaws (smelliest!) triweekly — unceasing — virtually restricts peacetime.

Mousetrap! Forewarned. Sincerely.

Facsimiled,

John