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| Dear Aunt Linda: Thank you for the twenty dollars. I'll be sure to think of you as I play the first third of the new Battlefield game. | |
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| Dear Grandpa: Five dollars?? I'm sure when you were a kid this would have bought a year's supply of candy, but today it doesn't buy the 'T' in Toblerone. | |
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| Billy, I read some of your thank-you notes and we need to talk. | |
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| Dear Mom: Fifty bucks? If you want me to move out, you'll have to do better than that. | |
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