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You know, you'd think I didn't have anything better to do with
my time than write postcards to people who don't have an address
and who've only been gone for two days anyway, and who I didn't
see all the time when they were here anyway. Stop reading my
mail, SARA. You too, Mark. Anyway! How's it goin'? You guys
having fun on your trip across the great country we call America
sometimes? That's good, that's good. Well, anyway, my 15 seconds
to write this postcard are up, so, like, I'll be seeing you.

P.S. It comes off with soap and water.

This postcard was sent to you by Inertia, or Beth, or just "My, god you're beautiful, marry me please?" if that's what you prefer. (stirge@netzone.com ).
It will be available for your perusal until Nov 12, 1996.