Dear Dottie whom I have known for some time,
Its a miracle that we all survived to middle age, right? I think that you really liked me when I once knew you but today you are just laughing at my Jewish hair cut. I never expected to find you in the rose garden but why didn't you at least smell the orchids on my window sill. I know they don't have a scent but you don't know that there is no major scent yet for an orchid so you should take a gander. Or do they really do have a smell? Even I am not sure. I'd take a chance and gander a smell. One way or another you and I can not dance without stepping on one another's toes in public. Its just that small a world.
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