A brief moment of rapprochement
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My deah Julius, ah dew believe, upon watching your ears rankle at the sound of Yankee speech, we have at least a modest patch of common ground: where do they learn to tawk like that? My race, but not my taste…
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My deah Julius, ah dew believe, upon watching your ears rankle at the sound of Yankee speech, we have at least a modest patch of common ground: where do they learn to tawk like that? My race, but not my taste…