Dear Lacey:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but the mafia wants you. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that your Honda sucks. I'm returning your love letters to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember the embarassing rash.

Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
Cayla

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