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Dear Father

I am now leaving at the hostile in Kensington since 2 days, the lady in the charge grated us and say we all were well come. She is smiling all ways and she is named Aunty Alice. She is of the middle ages with the gray hairs and her skert is long way up her fat legs, she look more bitter in the long skirt to cuver the big uncles but she is kind and she sayed we can get her in truble any time.

There are students from all the world but I must the English speek and not our language. They say the birds of a father floc to gather but I am not speeking with my natives because I wish to speek the English.

The food is terrible but the lady in the cantin is nice and she sed I will get a costumed to it. This morning I ate from mistake the pig sausage and she said I must ask for the biff sausage.

I will no womans take and no jin and wiskey drink.

Your promising son,

Iziz

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