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June 24, 2004

Dearest Lovely Hostess Tempy!

My grave apologies for not writing to you sooner, and Greetings! from West Rafferty, New Jersey, where I find myself possibly even more indigent than the indigenous ‘New’ Jersians, which is just as well, since, having been born into it, I have always been rather indifferent to money. (Some might just call me stinking rich.) Similarly, but more problematically, I am also lousy, noisomely smelly, and fatally bitten by a sloth. Still, I am happy ...

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