Dearts Matthew Pelletier,
I have herein inclose my take on the events surrounding my arrival here in Toronto this Septermber, for your educated perusals. Please take to hear the messages that I disclose in my serialised publication, entitle For Matthew Pelletier On This Day Of The Victory. There is more cashmere than you could understand the presence of if were not in this virtual blogospace. Hearts pudding, enjoy
Chapter One: Getting Out The Car
Substile Why I Like Here So Much
The suns was tingly on the morningtime dews. “First day of schooltime,” it occurred to me, the meanwhile emerging from the dank and dorkly vehicle of my parents. “Nothing like a good old fashioned Toronto”. The streets was long, and wide for a single-lane dealie, and the buildings was all super short, none larger maybe than a Matthew Pelletier. Zoning by-laws in Toronto being more restrictive than a 30 inch bodice on a 50 inch gut. “So this is Rowell Jackman”, the thought crossed my mine, “I think I am gonna like here so much,” thought I to myself. Parades of frosh leaders, bound together by teamwork so much like buffalo bound by an Egyptian pharaoh so paranoid he yokes all the buffalos himself (bufalos being a metaphor for slave labor), brought my stuff to my new room. I sat down to play some Team Frotress Too. My hearts beat faster. Things was lookin good.
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