April the 7th 1941, “Took care of my little grub, he’s growing up so fast. My fucking parents were a bunch of shiftless layabouts, and I just knocked it out of the park on my first day. Take that to the bank,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
MRRRRR
April the 9th 1941, “What is the matter, Pupa? Are you sitting on your keyboard again?” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
NO, I'M EXPRESSING MYSELF.. MMMRRR
April the 9th 1941, “Huh, alright, whatever you say, Son,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
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