"THE POT"
DEAR COMRADE,
I HOPE I'M NOT GETTING IN TOUCH
WITH YOU TOO LATE. I DRANK SOME
APPLE SAUCE AND AM NAUSEOUS.
CRANBERRY SAUCE WON'T DO THE TRICK
BUT I'LL TRY SOME FRIED PRUNES.
ENOUGH WITH THE HUMOR. WHAT TIME
CAN YOU MEET ME AT MY APARTMENT
TOMORROW AFTERNOON? I WILL BE
OCCUPIED WITH SOME OF MY BUSINESS
ALL MORNING. THE MORNING MAKES ME
SLEEP. I HOPE THERE'S NO MESSY
SPILLS TO CLEAN UP.
YOUR COMRADE IN ARMS-ZEKE ZUCCHINI
P.S.- GOOD NIGHT - THIS CONVERSATION
MAY BE MONITORED FOR YOUR SAFETY.
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