Mister Burnham, it's your Missus/ elocution extraordinaire

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Los Angeles CA

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Um. Hey. I'm not sure how the times got so confused, but I feel like there must be an easier way to resolve our marital disputes? It seems extremely frivolous and extravagant to create entire universes just to avoid...? Alomony? Consummation? I assure you, the stretching exercises were for me. It's like yoga. Anyway, I hope you're doing alright, sleeping well, eating veg and vag, happy, healthy... This is silly. I can't get a job in my town now? Maybe you can feel out how receptive the community (city? Seems so small and gossipy) would be of a bartender who doesn't want to act, or write? If youre still upset about me using other cat trees, obviously, it was only to get a better view. I had a dream last week that I was eating glass, and also feeding glass to cats. This is too fucked up. I am not enjoying myself. This isn't me. I don't like what I am hearing. I am scared I hope it's like spiders. Miss you, your dream wife. Wake up.

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