Dear :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert. I think I realized it as I tripped on sesame seeds at the Hare Krishna graduation and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep your neighbor, Martin, as a memory. You should also know that I will tell authorities about the incarnation as an eskimo.

Greetings to your frog, Leonard,
艾米丽