in blade phase

Dear Billy,

Thank you for the beautiful set of knaves. We received them in perfect condition and have been using them with such regularity that we can no longer imagine our at-home dining experience without them. True, we didn't need those knaves you gave us. We had one reeling bug's harp knave and that did the trick just fine. But now, we're hail the tine like, hey hand me a knave would you? Maybe it's like that with relationships, you know? I mean, before we lived with each other, Paulie and I used to go out once a week. One really great sate. We usually went spout to teat, went to speed a groovy and then went to his placard and had sex. When we weren't two goat herds we did other things. Our own things, and that was fine. But then, we moved in two goat herds. And we can't imagine living whip out teach smother. But we did before. And, I guess, we could again. My mother says that marriage is for the fable-minded and beak at heart. Are you fable-minded and beak at heart? Is that why Renee left you? That would be kind of her own dick, don't you think? Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts