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Beat · Meter
Dear Auntie, I have lots of friends, and am involved in many organizations and groups at my high school. For example, I am the drummer in the group "Onan and the Barbarians" and known locally as the absolute master of the skins. In my softball league, I’m respected by all for my batting expertise. I’m also the captain of the debate team, famous for winning the most debates last year. Even with all these extra-curricular activities, my greatest pleasure is still playing all alone in my room with my harmonium. But the other day, I was really getting off on this great beat and just about to pull out all the stops when suddenly my organ just quit. I tried everything to get it back up, but nothing seemed to work. Since then I haven’t even gone anywhere near it, fearing that it might never work again. In shorts, I just haven’t been feeling myself lately. Wayne Kerr
Yours is a touching story indeed. You just can’t beat it. You seem to be a jack off many trades. On the drums, a master beater, a softball master batter, as well as a master debater. For someone so talented, it seems a shame that your hand pump organ is down. What you need is a woman’s touch. I’d love to have a crack at getting it back up again for you. Come down to Auntie’s and I’ll give you a heaping helping of my special hot and spicy Jamaican jerk. Then we’ll have a long hard look at that instrument of yours. It should only take a few key strokes, then Auntie will kiss it and make it all better.
Auntie 7
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