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Dear Caroline8,
Finally, someone's pulled the wool off Manhattan. Now I'm the poor son who's lost his father's blessing. Will you cloak me, cover me, pull some sort of coat over me? I'm cold, tired, and thirsty. For a cup of coffee, a crust of advise, a little something to take the edge off my winter.
Egbert
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