human
That's the Tampico in from Caracas and the Coast, he says, leaning across my desk, his fat hand resting on my letter file.
gpt
She's loaded pretty deep. Hides and tallow, I guess. 'Bout time we heard from that Moccador Lighthouse, isn't it? Lawton's last letter said we could look for his friend in a month--about due now. Wish he'd come.