(xx) Muted Silver Moonbeam Chimes

Sir, it lacks about a quarter of an hour of being one o'clock in the afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here on the front porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode.

Our friends are swinging gently in the swing and say seems to be concluding the reading of a letter from her sister Beth. With winter just around the corner and all. We're all made I guess this is enough for now.

I must go and put the potatoes down for supper on my family while we go hungry. Say how they can wrestle, hello, and we stay with most of us a lot sometimes. And you write to me when you find time.

When I will call, it's not to all your sister there. If you know that Mr. McPher, if she talks about... I think I remember him. Smaller man. Well, only doctors please, I expect I'm going to start shooting down to the office.

Bring in the living from my loved ones. Sure, I remember, Mr. McRatcher. Yes, I won't go to Ethan's house. Well, who? Me, Lin? Where are you from? I don't think it's much past 1230. Oh, where?

I think I might fall asleep. Go to where my house after this. It's over on me. You're taking the bus out. I'm going to have no one's calling, Ms. Schill. Good, Lady, Ms. Schill, the intense love and pro-card, respective old victim.

Ms. Schill's been calling. Corley. Convey to Michelle Olmiggoak's passionate hopes and eager prayers for an early recovery. It's not a thing to make fun of. I'm not making fun. Well, Mr. Ruch, I'll see you later.