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An: NASA - Amerika Von: Kraxelhuber
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6 G7 b: G. D& b! e% Q$ N, Z3 L& MDatum: 10 / 25 / 1998
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2 j+ M1 H! s# d& ~3 o$ c3 sGreet Got,( |& M4 K4 w. t' p& ^
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I write you because, you must help me. I have seen your Space Shuttle in the television. In color. An so came me the idea to make holidays in the world room. Alone. Without my crazy wife Resi.
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I am the Kraxelhuber from Germany. The king of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a very shrill voice like a circular saw.
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She says I am a Schlapp-tail. She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not to be Bürgermaster of our Kaff. I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half.
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2 a) C0 p1 [: R7 \: {. s9 vBut I take my dog with me. He is a Mixling. He is like a boxer. His name is Wurschtl. So I want book a flight in' O6 [& n2 g, O; o- }6 y0 \0 e
your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a windowplace. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing place please…. u, ]) ]2 k1 @( h
8 V v# U2 l2 T, r" x% R* L0 AAnd please do not tell my wife that I want to go alone. She has a big Schrotgun. She would make a sieve out of my Arsch. I need not much comfort. A niche double-room with bath and Klo and heating. And windows with look to earth. So I can look through my far-glases and see my wife shufting on the potato-acker. And I and my dog laugh us a branch (haha). We will kringel ourself fore laughing (höhöhö.
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Is what loose on the moon? I need warm weather and I hopethe sun shines every day. This is very good for my frostboils. Have you bratherings on the moon? I must overgive me when you have no bratherings, because they are my Leib-food.
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