In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young lady Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you feeling secure and confident. The compound of my grandfather's old house is clearing up slowly but nicely. I've been the only one doing all the work, and vegetation springs back up quickly. The place used to be a miniature jungle, but now it's beginning to look a little civilized. I'm at the point now where I'm tearing down the house little by little. My grandfather built some ramshackle wings to the house for some reason: the main house is well-built and looks good, but in their later years my grandparents lived in primitive, squatter-like extensions to the house. I don't know why. I've torn down one extension, now there is a large tree in my way which I have to chop down. But before I do that, I'll tidy up the grounds and collect scrap metal for the scrap metal guy. I work like an ant: slowly and meticulously. While I do this, I also have to tend the grounds of my own house, and my parents' house. I've been growing red hot chili peppers. Things are growing like mad right now. Praise Allah.
Julia, for dinner tonight, how about you have a steak with sliced peaches and grapes, and a bottle of that raspberry flavored sparkling water?
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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