Dear Shannon:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but You're a pervert. I think I realized it when I changed tennis shoes with George Bush and his wife and I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about cocaine abuse.
Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
Caitlin




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