My dear darling one and simple and luminous Thomas,
It is of your better friend, your lover, your friend that everyone calls us "as larrons some fails." This is me, the unknown. I write you because you are in the house of the mozzarella, the evil God of the sky that reigns on the sky with an iron fist. I am on my way towards the house to cause destructions of the foreign legion, and I need your assistance. For, assuredly, you know it, a bigger fuck battery than life and colossal extent takes a disposal on the point of view of the legion, just in front of their eyes. What or that is the mountain the fuck that you ask? It is... the unknown one!
I come soon, please you hang.
I like you,
The without name.
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