Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Casspir.

Was I saying something?

Sorry, y’all. Occupied elsewise, finishing nos. 10 and 11. —More soonish?

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Kirk’s shirt.

French.

Bottle, botulism.

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