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Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
Italy.

We parked in Florence and left
our dog to guard the car.

She was worried because he
doesn't understand Italian.


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Added: 21 Jul 2002 | Last Read: 12 Sep 2026 2:55 AM | Viewed: 5609 times

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