letter from your horse fool

abah, you're what? I'm sick here. several days holding hp eager to call abah wrinkled. but surely you still hate scared of myself that has been a lie. at rest all my age, I pray that God may permit us unite. are you still willing?
By now I was desperate denagn disease, weak ..

day-to-day limp, there is no mention some recent excitement and humor of your always waiting for me.
Healthy only direction there yaa,, even if it is already there anyway I did not dare meet with abah.
I created this letter while you still can. I hope you are soon able to open and read this. everything for abah (ARG5511)