Your husband died due to not being a nice guy like me and he met his fate through karma. I sent you a telegram 6 months ago it’s been 2 years without a reply, but Mlday, I am sure it was just difficult so see paper at night when your most horny via candle light. I wrote a poem describing my genitalia which you shall find delivere by western union carriage within just a few Fortnite. Consider writing me back during the dawn of the day, you dirty fucking whore. Or is Chadwick, duke of pussonia too busy treating such a fine maiden as your self like the dirty cunt you are? I bid you farewell “tips fedora” crafted of the finest linen cloth of the era.