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June 13, 2020
EMT 6/13/20
Dearest Isabel,
We are having a cookout today. Ribs and brisket will be smoked, and served with all the fixings one could expect at such an engagement.
Alas, we will not be practicing social distancing with our guests, as my damnable southern manners demand otherwise.
I can only pray the covid will pass us by, but I fear my pale skin has doomed us all.
posted by krakatoa at
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