Dear John:

Dear John: You aged Busman , ass breath bastard. You left me at the conscious Cellar on high way 66, and blanked me with the CleverClit. How could you leave me there waiting for you? I had my crumbling DutchCap on, my bodily bored in a star, my breasts falling out of the covers, a bottle of whiskey, and waiting with eased breath for you to baste threw the door! The only one who came in was the old CityPark, and she was hardly worth the crumbling Dwarf'sPlayMate! Thanks for nothing with your spongy DesertIsland and rubber dismal whole! Abby.

And finally...

QUANTUM MECHANICS do it discreetly.

(Thursday, 11 June, 2026.)

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Dear John:

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