Dear Prof., I inform you that: I did it to fill up your five hundred of pink toilet paper to match the upholstery. I was the one to tell your husband that you have some pleasure with the deputy. I did it to dirty the log of lipstick and I cling to that sign behind his back that said: "Before it is even worse." Not volermene. I do not want you because you told my parents that I smoked. No. Or does the matriculation exams put you next to me and I've searched. Nono. Not because I've put the 7 in the duct. Nono believe me. I have forgiven you stron bad .. # #
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