Der tumuro. I wil rid my buyc. Love Charlie. We love this post, the phonetic spelling of “Dear Tomorrow, I will ride my bike. Love, Charlie”

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Der tumuro. I wil rid my buyc. Love Charlie.

We love this post, the phonetic spelling of “Dear Tomorrow, I will ride my bike. Love, Charlie”

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