Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Dear Harold

My dearest blumpkin squire,

Oh how I wish we could battleshit. Volleying to and fro. Splish splash rub a dub dub. To reload as if in a dream. With only a single stall between us.

Sincerely,

Kumar
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