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Hey Beave;
Alright . . how'd'ja find out about my slide rule n' white socks? (even as a joke I wouldn't let on about the beanie-hat with the spinner)
But I wasn't kiddin' about the blankets n' all possibly lettin' somethin' unflatterin' happen (over an extended period of time) to your finish while you looked on at the intact top layer. Those blankets themselves might be the "draw" for Mickey n' his friends to set up housekeepin'.
N' what with these mice turnin' arsonist (where was that? Arizona?) there's no tellin' what one of their little cook-fires could do to your paint.
'Slide rule slappin' my thigh, white socks gleamin' in the sun . . n' a hearty Hi-Ho Silver, away!
Be well.
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