Greetings Lady's and Gentlemen,
Yours truly is sick as a canine. You would not recognize the poor wretch if I were to be standing in front of you. Afflicted I am.
Your prayers would be duly appreciated, and if any of you care to sacrifice a chicken for me, feel free to do so.
I will see you Wednesday. By then the spirits will surely have ceased their affliction upon me.
Prof Poole
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