I’m out of office this weekend; so sorry I’m away.
I promise to reply as soon as I’m back from Bombay.
Or maybe in Aruba I will have your text perused,
Where I’m stroked and petted, and continually boozed.
I’ll ping you (do they still do that?) from Paris, mon cheri.
Or not. It all depends on how I like the local brie.
In fact, I’m never coming back to office work at all --
So stuff your crummy email while I go on a pub crawl . . .
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