Deer Meegan,
My biscuits are actually toast. Eggs are science, and my brain is a doorpost.
Elvis is not funny, he is stoico. What a friend we have in Poffle! I am cheeze.
That's right, my funny bunny friend, Huey's full of jumping butts. Tomorrow
I have a bowling meet. We play mah-jongg and toast the cricket at these meets.
It is so fun.
Here is a strong story I wrote:
If the twins' job is simply to take care of my foot, Meegan told her foot,
your job is to reach Mr. Foot. Where? Nowhere. Just Mr. Foot.
"Mr. Foot. Mr. Foot. You are a foot and nobody else and I Named your foot.
I'm kything, Mr. Foot. Here my foot is. Me. Meegan. You know my foot and
I know yours."
She thought she heard a foot sniff, a Mr. Foot sniff. Then he seemed to redede
again. This minuscule undersea world was totally beyond his foot. She tried
to kythe to the foot once more all the feet in earth equivalents which she
had receive, but he responded with feet beyond anxious footsiness.
*****
It's about YOU, Meegan!
Gree goo Gree goo Gree goo Gree goo Gree goo.
Bye bye now!
Luv,
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