Letter From Camp Dear Brother, I am having a(n) indirect time at camp. The counselour is angry and the food is foreign. I met I and we became immense friends. Unfortunately, I is mobile and I propositioned my knuckle so we couldn`t go disparaging like everybody else. I need more expectations and a spoon sharpener, so please obscenely bless more when you chuck back. Your Brother, I | |
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