July 2, 2003

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Did I wake you? Terribly sorry, but it is morning — ah. Er. Well, in certain time zones. I've picked up something of yours again — estate sale. No, completely untouched, dust of centuries, dear boy. Besides, you had the most dreadful handwriting back around 1430. I can hardly make out a word, and I doubt— Oh, no need, I ship internationally — well, eventually I do — very well. The Ritz? Lovely. You do know I won't let you see my private collection — no, really, last time was — oh. It was, wasn't it? Yes. Saturday, then. Cheerio!

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