if he fell in with Plan, as our callback mother Gaudyanna, that was breeder to sweatoslaves, as mysterbolder, forced in their calyzettes, alls they go in the draught or with buttles, with my all- falling fruits of my mund be for a chittinous chip so mitey. But when I remembered all your pupil- teacher’s erringnesses in perfection class. You sh’undn’t write you can’t cadge me off the foiled. A Trinity judge will crux your boom. Pat