11/15/2019
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Dear Uncle Fort, dear Aunt Manlé,
i'm obliged to you again to deepest thanks, you had sent me in my emergency this package with the 40 robbers. Your concern that I would eventually turn to vegetarianism seems monumental. However, I'm a little surprised about the Australian postmen, because unfortunately almost all the robbers were upside down when I opened the parcel. I guess they still don't know that we're living right up here They were already looking a little sourly sharp from the laundry, as they were bowling around in the papyrus like cabbage and... no, not turnips... more like drunk citrus. They seemed all bewildered to me. So I didn't let them wait any longer, maybe a quarter of an hour, and then what a pleasure you were!
While at first I had the impression with the rose aroma that Orangeat had got in there improperly, luckily this turned out to be a fallacy, as they had been stored in old wooden boxes, which now made them shine with a plummy fruitiness. Oh, how they now melted on the spicy honey. One or the other even seemed a bit leathery to me, which I found very fitting here, as they were after all daring robbers. The longer I indulged in the pleasure, the more I indulged in dark, sweet vanilla, balsamic sweet tobacco, velvety warm sandalwood and this grey-orange stuff, which they always find lump by lump in the sea and which smells so glisteningly saturated reddish and sweet. They must've stolen some of that stuff But tell me, dear uncle, dear aunt, don't the robbers get enough to eat at your place in Melbourne? I thought she was a little slim, almost posh. Well, I certainly don't want to complain, Nouvelle Cuisine wasn't there yet, and still I had cleaned them completely after a good five hours, all forty. And they don't lie heavy in the stomach either, no, they feel excellent, maybe not just in summer, then it can also be something lighter.
i'm obliged to you again to deepest thanks, you had sent me in my emergency this package with the 40 robbers. Your concern that I would eventually turn to vegetarianism seems monumental. However, I'm a little surprised about the Australian postmen, because unfortunately almost all the robbers were upside down when I opened the parcel. I guess they still don't know that we're living right up here They were already looking a little sourly sharp from the laundry, as they were bowling around in the papyrus like cabbage and... no, not turnips... more like drunk citrus. They seemed all bewildered to me. So I didn't let them wait any longer, maybe a quarter of an hour, and then what a pleasure you were!
While at first I had the impression with the rose aroma that Orangeat had got in there improperly, luckily this turned out to be a fallacy, as they had been stored in old wooden boxes, which now made them shine with a plummy fruitiness. Oh, how they now melted on the spicy honey. One or the other even seemed a bit leathery to me, which I found very fitting here, as they were after all daring robbers. The longer I indulged in the pleasure, the more I indulged in dark, sweet vanilla, balsamic sweet tobacco, velvety warm sandalwood and this grey-orange stuff, which they always find lump by lump in the sea and which smells so glisteningly saturated reddish and sweet. They must've stolen some of that stuff But tell me, dear uncle, dear aunt, don't the robbers get enough to eat at your place in Melbourne? I thought she was a little slim, almost posh. Well, I certainly don't want to complain, Nouvelle Cuisine wasn't there yet, and still I had cleaned them completely after a good five hours, all forty. And they don't lie heavy in the stomach either, no, they feel excellent, maybe not just in summer, then it can also be something lighter.
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