Dear Dennis,
I'm sorry for making fun of your man cold last week because now that I have it I realize you were actually dying and instead of helping you I was annoyed by your wimpers. Also, that time I told you to suck it up buttercup because your foot hurt and I was convinced you just had arthritis because you are old and fat and it turned out that you need bone spur surgery. Whoops. Sorry about that too. Also, I hope you don't get sick again from my germs in your lunch wraps that I still had to make even though I am on my death bed. And one more thing, thank you for yelling at the kids from the couch on my behalf to do their chores and get to bed. Even though they didn't listen and there was a sink full of dishes waiting for me this morning, it is not your fault. They are a-holes.
All my love,
Adrienn
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