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(Postcard with a breathtaking shot of the Andes Mountains.) Circa 1973 Dear Harry, How are you? I am fine. Thanks for the bazookas. I gave one to my wife and one to each of the boys. The rest I distributed among my revolutionary guards. They scare the hell out of the people, but they would be even better if you could send us some bazooka bullets. I could use some heavy equipment, too. Do you have any backhoes? I'm trying to dig a really big hole and the prisoners can't get the job done properly, no matter how much I torture them and starve them. I've reserved a table for us and the Shah at Studio 54. See you then. hugs and kisses, Septembero |
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Saturday, December 8, 2012
Dear Harry
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