OWL TO ALFRED.
Fredo,
You better. I spent a fortune on that outfit. You’ll knock all the ladies dead with that baby blue, trust me.
I think it will be overflowing with our love, darling. OVERFLOWING.
You don’t have any gifts for me? What’d you do all summer, sit in a dark dark room and wistfully await for my return? Because that would be perfectly understandable, but a little creepy.
Cheers,
Ohhhhlive.
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