Your brother is Dominic Nabiscum, the cookie mogul, I assume.
Yes, the party suffered only from the lack of your fashion sense, all of us being rather insouciant in the couture department. (Didn't have room to pack the Lady Orlando gown, myself.) But next time you'd better get your fabulous self on over and bring some of that Wallace Stevens chic to banish our slovenly wilderness of the cloth. Let be be finale of seem.
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