suffering mild Jucie defficiency (dear Lucie, did I spell that right?) The halls of St. Louis are so bitterly cold this year. The all but rare glow from your new bookbag and beatimus...elbows manages to warm my frost bitten knuckles when our paths happen to cross. But I fear I may succomb to the harsh conditions soon. As one has said before me, "
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And it's deficiency, fool.
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