I'm sure you noticed the porcupine's conspicuous absence last night. Well...there is a good reason. He...he...he died. On the way to your house. He was trying so hard to get there. I just didn't want you to think that he gave up. Nay, far from't. He collapsed from exhaustion and then was plucked by a gang of miscreants hoping to make necklaces and quill pens with his needles. Then he was mistaken for an overgrown and bloated mole, and was buried alive.
you are the dancing queen, young and SWEET, only 17!!! YAY, happy birthday Marianne! sorry i missed you on saturday, i still have to give you your present! sooooo, like let me know when you're free :) Ciao Bella, Becca
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Happy birthday again.
I have some bad news, though.
I'm sure you noticed the porcupine's conspicuous absence last night. Well...there is a good reason. He...he...he died. On the way to your house. He was trying so hard to get there. I just didn't want you to think that he gave up. Nay, far from't. He collapsed from exhaustion and then was plucked by a gang of miscreants hoping to make necklaces and quill pens with his needles. Then he was mistaken for an overgrown and bloated mole, and was buried alive.
He bade me tell you that he did love you so.
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But I'm too upset about it right now for details. *mourns*
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YAY, happy birthday Marianne!
sorry i missed you on saturday, i still have to give you your present! sooooo, like let me know when you're free :)
Ciao Bella,
Becca
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