>>Oh Michael, you Betrayer ! ( she sighes with much melodrama)
>>Alas, I thought I was the only one you showered with chocolate. >>Shava,
>>it's a fight to the death for the chocolate. It's our only option.
>>Mournfully yours,
>>Garlanda
> Oh, sweetest of Ladies! (He cried with much distress)
>Come not to blows over sweet chocolate! I vow to do my best to >satisfy both
of your desires as best as I may! The world would much
> mourn the loss of either of you.
> Garlanda, known for your grace and beauty (he whispered), I must
> needs be circumspect. I have heard (on good authority) rumors of a
> large and fierce knight who spends much time near you. Until I
> find a siege weapon that will hurl 20 lb stones of chocolate, I fear
> that I must worship you from afar!
> Michael
Hey, Myrra! We're being ignored!! I should think that two catamarans like
us (you know, "landless white trash" can't be peers because peers are
attached to the land, and we're double peers, we can't even be pontoons
anymore) should be more than a match for a peer and a peerless!
Bronwyn (strawberries, raspberries, cherries, plain... anyway at all)!
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Received on Wed Jun 14 20:06:01 1995
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