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   My Post Office, where I received my mail and packages, at my P.O. Box, for the past 37 years, burned-down, today, I lost 3 days of it. I'll be receiving my mail, at a nearby Post Office, the same address, to sooth my feelings, send checks and cash to: Edward S. Preusse, P.O. Box 72965, Las Vegas, NV   89170, I'll think of you when I spend it. This major Post Office, across from UNLV, had no Sprinklers, our tax dollars at work, dumb bastards

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   I worked with that girl. They can change, the Guardians, sounds like Marvel, back to the Indians, with the happy Chief Wahoo, few of the players, consider themselves, the guardian, of anything, what's the matter with you? Have you noticed, my blogs, in recent years, rather pithy. See My Blogs for December 26, 2018

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   McKayla has reformed, over the past couple, 3 years, like Mary Magdalene, she can contact me, and we can get together. Veronica braved the Romans' wrath, by rushing-out, and wiping, the sweat and blood, from Jesus' face, you'd think her name, more popular. These wars are messing-up, my travel, big-time, get them all finished

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   We got our flag from my uncle's casket   

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   Kristin's high note, is easily, the best I've heard, and unlike you uncouth, I've been to La Scala, picking on that poor lil' gal?          

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   Been a good 5 months, after 4 more years, of the previous regime, there'd be nothing-left, we'd all be running-around, in rags, looking for something to eat. Biden won fair and square, showing the prevailing weak-mindedness, brought-on, by 3 generations of heavy drug-use, ha, ha, altering their genetic code    

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   I was in Big Mac's, this morning, good coffee, and had to view, an enticement, to use, one of their vile chicken-products, based on sexual-obscenity, "Cluck Yeah", you can imagine, how upset, I became