Dear Beachcomber,
Me and my gals rented one of the two newest houses on the hill, across from you, last week. If it weren't for you, we would have gone hungry. If it weren't for you, we would have gone thirsty. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have EVER met your steamy staff. If it weren't for you, we would have listened to a LOT less reggae. And most importantly, if it weren't for you, our summers would NOT be complete! Thank you, Beachcomber, for all that you are. Until next summer, with hopefully one less Tropical Storm Danny, keep us in the loop.
Warmest regards,
Jaime
PS: Todd, he kicks ass.
(thanks, Jaime! we will.)
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