Dear Apperception,I can not tell you enough how dreadfully bored I am this afternoon. The air outside is remarkably hot, and the water-vapors hang in the atmosphere like a dreadful and stultifying miasma; I fear that I shall simply wilt, like a fist-full of peonies, should I venture out-of-doors. Yet there is simply nothing to do here. My office,
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