Bill, I saw this morning's paper and
I'm outside your flat but no one's here. Well, you're all at the Burrow, I guess.
Bill, I'm so dreadfully sorry about your--about your dad. I really liked him. He and your mum were always so nice to me. I wish I'd come to more Sunday suppers, now.
How is PI don't know if you've thought yet about the
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