Sometimes the Boar Eats You
By Victor
Dearest Angeline,
On the 12th of May, pack your essentials and the board the train to Calvington. You’ll pack seven bathing suits, whereas my cunning self shall pack none. Note that we shall spend one week with the Livington-Grambles and then head out to Wembley where Lord Morrie Tad Barbie shall host us. Oh, how you will adore him! Give my best to Orson and the twins.
Sincerely,
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