Dear E and L Koerner,
The brick exterior of your house looks lovely in the steadily falling rain... where we are sitting, contemplating your late arrival, thinking about roast beef, kaiser rolls, mashed potatoes, and other delectables that we are not currently eating. We sure wish you were here to enjoy this moment with us. Oh that's right, you abandoned us to wander around mosquito-laden Bowling Green and go to church instead... you obsequiousizers. You know, Jesus doesn't listen if we seminarians tell him not to.
So now we sit here enclosed in our rented powder-blue P.T. Cruiser cursing your names (metaphorically) and writing one heck of a diatribe.
Oh good, you're here. No hard feelings ok.
Love, love, love.
D & L
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