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) _0 i) u& F4 @" j- ?! uAn: NASA - Amerika      Von: Kraxelhuber
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Greet Got,
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0 U3 ], t; B/ O6 X5 YI write you because, you must help me. I have seen your Space Shuttle in the television. In color. An so came me the idea to make holidays in the world room. Alone. Without my crazy wife Resi.
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1 g1 s/ Z  A9 U0 T! t. m) N) s: [# x+ rI am the Kraxelhuber from Germany. The king of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a very shrill voice like a circular saw.

+ o! S! \2 X% yShe says I am a Schlapp-tail. She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not to be Bürgermaster of our Kaff. I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half.
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# ?+ F: _! @) S: N$ q9 EBut I take my dog with me. He is a Mixling. He is like a boxer. His name is Wurschtl. So I want book a flight in
  ]& u+ n2 i; M" w, H: `7 P3 T) L, J- K& vyour next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a windowplace. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing place please….
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And please do not tell my wife that I want to go alone. She has a big Schrotgun. She would make a sieve out of my Arsch. I need not much comfort. A niche double-room with bath and Klo and heating. And windows with look to earth. So I can look through my far-glases and see my wife shufting on the potato-acker. And I and my dog laugh us a branch (haha). We will kringel ourself fore laughing (höhöhö.
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Is what loose on the moon? I need warm weather and I hopethe sun shines every day. This is very good for my frostboils. Have you bratherings on the moon? I must overgive me when you have no bratherings, because they are my Leib-food.
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  ^6 g7 @. G$ S) o7 EWith a friendly Servus