The next time one of youse axes me when I'm moving to Brooklyn, I am going to tell you when Florida succumbs to melting icebergs and floods and I can no longer enjoy days like these at the beachy-poo
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to see thee, madame brette, shall lift my heart like a kite. speaking of which, we can fly those, and cut watermelons on our front porch with a butcher's knife because it'll be the season then, and drink lots of red wine and enjoy it because i haven't been doing that at all recently, and smoke cigarettes at the above ground pool like the classy bitches we are because we have done it all before and we are good at it. see you then, you have a vast and cozy spot in my bed for any number of nights of your choosing. ciao for now!
Way to run into you, Ms. Substitute Teacher! Molding the minds of America's youth, teaching them that they aren't their backpacks, etc. I'm so proud :)
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