Secret Agent Fred and I went to the Dore Alley Fair this afternoon. It’s a typical street fair, burnt fajitas, bad margaritas, big crowds, you know the drill.
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mrpeenee 
Oh… Mr Higgins…. How frightfully delightful!
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I don't know what you're talking about.
Those fajitas look nice and unburnt to me. mmm
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YAY!
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I love street food. Especially beef. Jx
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I'll have a side order of gumdrop nipples, please.
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you wander into the strangest places, you must have a fabulous sense of direction. salut
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Hello Peenee I stopped by to leave a address I thought you might enjoy. I see you have been enjoying yourself quite nicely without any help from me.
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Go-go boys are always appropriate at street fairs. And funnel cakes.
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