Wednesday, 3 February 2016

dear sir/madame

i wrote this on a piece of paper:

Dear sir or ma'am,

I write to you this because I am afraid of my loss for a piece of paper nor typewriter and thus neither, so now i have nothing but this napkin. I need you a favor, something grand and awake, a package must be picked up. I promise this is no joke, for I am a wealthy man, who has lost some grandchildren in your land of bidding and your continence is believed to be in your household. I am wealthy yet I grave no possessions. I am humble in servitude and I need you as much as you need me. My address is on the back and the phone number is decoded. Help me find my kin. For you will be repute stature and essence and everything known in your land as wealth.

Forgive us who trespasses,

*marked*

J.Stevenson, at your discourse and your service.

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