Yarr, today be the day I be waiting from 2pm till the clock strikes 5. Me booty is en route on some scurvy, land-lubbing UPS truck. Arrr. When the doorbell sings her song, I shall set sail for the front entrance, and greet the men heartily. I be keeping my door open so I be sure to hear that sweet song, for the doorbell sings softly, it be her way.
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