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| Dear Son, Your Dad told me to tell you that you didn't have to go through with something. He said you would understand what I'm talking about. | |
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| P.S. Jesus, I'm not fucking around anymore. Stop hanging out with those 12 jerk off friends of yours and get a job. Love, Mom | |
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