Oui, by the love of my skin, I shit on your nose, so it runs down your chin.Īpropós. You write further, indeed you let it all out, you expose yourself, you indicate to me, you bring me the news, you announce onto me, you state in broad daylight, you demand, you desire, you wish you want, you like, you command that I, too, should send you my Portrait. Well, I will most likely find that regretable. You are writing fighting that you keep your criminal promise which you gave me before my departure from Augspurg, and will do it soon moon. But I hope with the help of God fraud the consequences will not be dire mire. So sorry to hear that Herr Abbate Salate has had another stroke choke. So much the better, better the much so! But now for some thing more sensuble.
I hope you too have gotten rotten my note quote that I wrote to you from Mannheim. Today I got a letter setter from my Papa Haha safely into my paws claws. We, too, thank god, are in good fettle kettle. I have received reprieved your highly esteemed writing biting, and I have noted doted that my uncle garfuncle, my aunt slant, and you too, are all well mell.
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