(xx) Vic's Greeting Cards

Well sir, it's good afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Gough and his young son Russell. The new master of the menages established at the library table playing himself a game of solitaire.

His features were an expression definitely grouchy. And young Russell nearly arrived home, says impliringly. You tell me about Captain Gough? I expect I live. Where's your money? I'll find the garbage box, Captain Smith Raisins come.

It's impossible. The parade is called an impure. The mister age is come's impure. The mister age is come's always impure. You are tough about something. Okay. I'm tough about something. How come you say I'm darker?

Do I require some admission to play solitaire? No, over to about work on from the office and actually talk to me. I never heard I did my work. And then you more and got my snoot to my work and my sense of poise over my the legislature, but what I received began the exhilarating visit from your mother's zero alarms

around the next chum Ms. Ghostone. Ms. Ghostone is a sweet beautiful island. She stayed two hours. You see this sack of greeting cards? Yeah. A dog with beloved Ms. Ghostone told me that sack of greeting cards.

Is she in the greeting card business? She's in the greeting card business just like everybody else in their brother. Ms. Ghostone, I would love to choke. Ms. Ghostone, I would love to stop her. He told you that Dr. Green guys, huh?

I said she did. Took the whole afternoon doing it. You thought I knew it? Yeah. Man, say something else or so. I can do a job without being disturbed and subnet with nums called Labebrain.