I write you this letter, in regards to our garden.  Our pipelines where poisoned to the point of no return.  But,  stick to me and believe in you.  PR is a beautiful place, filled with riches, yet, poisoned from the bone.  Sad and tangent to my hands, I walked the garden crying alone.  Alone, but inmersed me two feet in earth and not stone.  

Why thw pope asks to god himself.  In respect he revised our lines of health to help our church.  Thank you rome, thank you for the, and the D. Divirtente he flees, but, only you and me are entertained by the TV.

Be free boys.  That your number is above 3.  Trinity…


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