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Friar Tuck was having difficulty feeling any empathy with Mr Justice. His own problems seemed overwhelming. Never the less, he composed himself and then composed this reply:


Dear Mr Justice,

I know nothing about your box and why it has been blocked. I too have been blocked from my box. My email has also been unavailable. I returned from my penance today to find that the monastery's server was defunct so maybe it is just a day when that sort of thing happens.

I must apologise for not answering you earlier in the day but my own restrictions and the sadly misnamed server conspired to make an early reply a tragically optimistic hope.

But take heart, I am here now, and we shall proceed to success and great things. This I know in my heart.

Yours in Christ,

Friar Augustus Tuck

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O love the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord
preserveth the faithful, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.

-Psalms 31:23.

He reread the letter, pushed 'send' to dispatch it to the wide blue yonder, said his evening prayers, checked outside his door to see if the prayers had been answered and then, philosophical, retired for the night.


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