All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan.
Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis.
All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
Just back from the Giants' parade, we are proud to present chapter 3 of this Tim Lincecum and Buster Posey erotica. More chapters soon. If you're just joining us, read chapters 1 and 2
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