
My dear,
Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.
So go, hang with the miners, the scoundrels, the riff-raffs, and the up to no gooders; pick yourself up a vocabulary that’ll have your mom fainting in no time.
Don’t worry, you don’t have to thank me.
Falsely yours,
William Boyd Watterson II
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