Dear Trips, I wrote you but you still ain't callin', I left my bridge, my lapsed fan and dignity at the bottom. I sent two jobbers back in autumn, you must not-a liked them. There probably was a problem at the forbidden door or somethin'. Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy shop when I jot 'em
u/phuckcalumbo
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