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Dear Graham,
Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. Several years ago, someone who calls himself Cozy Funny John John Funny claimed that I met my end while playing in a dryer. It is true that I often liked to turn on the dryer and have myself tossled around with blankets and towels (to be sure, I still enjoy this activity). According to John John Funny, one time in particular the door became trapped and I had no way to escape the increasing heat. He says that I was burnt alive and he could hear me yelling, “Ay yay yay, this is not cozy!” The truth of the matter is, I was playing in the pipes and I did indeed yell out, “Ay yay yay, this is not cozy,” but only because I was swimming in sewage! I was in fact not in the dryer, as John John Funny assumed. At that point I decided to wait until the coast was clear and make an escape from the John John Funny estate. From time to time I like to vanish and start anew somewhere else. I hereby mark my return. Hehe!
Love, hugs and warm surprises,
Snuggles
Hehe!
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