Camilla Wants to Apologize

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Williams Nickols my apologies for not posting sooner...it's mostly Camilla's fault; she's such a needy monkey.

She's such a good friend though; always so quick to check me for lice, eat my leftover fruit and show me her devotion by growling at me when I try to extract myself from her vice-like grip.

She's the best.

Camilla is also reminding me now that it's late and I don't have nearly enough time tonight to cover all the happenings in Laureles in any sort of proper way.

Hang on William, a new post is coming this week.

Camilla promises.

Comments

Cynthia said…
The world is small I came across your blog a few years ago as I researched all things Honduran and it just so happens that you are my sister in laws neighbor ;) Its a great thing that you are doing for these kids and their families and the even greater part is that you have touched many lives from what I hear ... Good luck and God bless
June 3, 2014 at 11:41 AM
william nickols said…
thanks mr keiser i will wait for the other post.
June 5, 2014 at 2:57 PM
william nickols said…
I hope you are enjoying uour vacations mr.keiser or should i call you mathew? Jajaja anyway thanks for the last post amd see you in august bye
June 22, 2014 at 1:04 AM
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