RIP King Remi II
He cried and cried at the sad news. His friend was gone forever.
He was heavily drinking the Dutch ale, so plentiful now since the American embargoes.
He had started to write to him.
"My Dearest Remi,
I'm in a foul mood of late. I have been drinking and written de Americans a most blunt missive.
Of course you are de only nation I can trust, bonded by history economy and religion. I'm sorry if Harrod has troubles reaching you. And Juliana (heir to my throne) is SO looking forward to an interview.
Other priorities have caused Hollande to be unusually behind in its production of workers…
Ah, what a wondrous Confucian kingdom full of castles from coast to coast!!
We will invent …”
Willem couldn’t think anymore. Who was he going to write to anyway? What would happen with the visionary plans of Remi II?
He was beginning to miss Verkerk now. He had no close confidents to work things out. His only friend was the jug of ale…
“So, de Carpathians see it as a backdown eh? I’ll show them and those damned Americans. Why am I not getting any news from Manning? Will he only talk to Verkerk? I think I shooted myself in de foots…”
“At least I shall travel to France for Remi’s funeral, I trust and there I meet my daughter again after so many years and I might even allow that Verkerk fool an audience.”
He cried and cried at the sad news. His friend was gone forever.
He was heavily drinking the Dutch ale, so plentiful now since the American embargoes.
He had started to write to him.
"My Dearest Remi,
I'm in a foul mood of late. I have been drinking and written de Americans a most blunt missive.
Of course you are de only nation I can trust, bonded by history economy and religion. I'm sorry if Harrod has troubles reaching you. And Juliana (heir to my throne) is SO looking forward to an interview.
Other priorities have caused Hollande to be unusually behind in its production of workers…
Ah, what a wondrous Confucian kingdom full of castles from coast to coast!!
We will invent …”
Willem couldn’t think anymore. Who was he going to write to anyway? What would happen with the visionary plans of Remi II?
He was beginning to miss Verkerk now. He had no close confidents to work things out. His only friend was the jug of ale…
“So, de Carpathians see it as a backdown eh? I’ll show them and those damned Americans. Why am I not getting any news from Manning? Will he only talk to Verkerk? I think I shooted myself in de foots…”
“At least I shall travel to France for Remi’s funeral, I trust and there I meet my daughter again after so many years and I might even allow that Verkerk fool an audience.”
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