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My sister and i loved to be alone in our room. We had a russian grandma, just to throw things at, and a drug box under the secret stripping pole in the closet.

.he used to offer to paste printed messages onto a post card and mail them out from the windy city of hell, on request that is. unfortunately, he never saved a copy of the messages in electronic form. so if you happen to have one of these impure postcards laying around, he would love to hear from you!