“You got my handbag where was?”
“Yes, please!” I gave it forth to her. She look at it with disjointed eyes.
“Living sakes!!!” This from her. She enjoy deep gasp and faint off. By slight water-sip I revive her back.
“Damaged remnant of heathenish immigration!” she gollup, holding forth Hon. Bag. “Where you snatch this article of luggage?”
“Off from Hon. Pin-Counter,” I say so.
“I never seen it before. It belong to someone else!”
Thusly revolving she fainted out again. So I left her to enjoy it by herself and sklunk away feeling entirely impossible.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.