Dear Vocabulary,
We used to be on a first name basis. Until one day I up and moved to another city and you deserted me. There ain't no party like an illiterate party, because an illiterate party don't stop.
Please dear Vocabulary, come back to me... I don't want to be left sipping cheap Peach Schnapps and and forgetting double letters in words like inappropriate for the rest of my life. When will this temporary dyslexia release its grip over me?
I implore you Vocabulary, say your sabbatical is over. I hope you have found your way into others' much needed literary lives, but please... come home to me.
Much love,
-G.M.M.
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