VIII. I wasn't distraught nor upset nor depressed. I was rather surprised "What? You have him? How'd that happen? Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. All right. Wow. No. He wont get into a box. Trust me. Did he talk to you yet? I know he's just a doll. But did he talk to you yet? Well, he wont get into a package. He just wont. Let me send him a note. A little letter/poem. Yeah. He likes poetry. Yeah. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. All right. Bye. Thanks again." So I wrote him a letter.
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